His Name Was Isaac (Completed)

6. One More Target

THAT NIGHT

BLACKWATER SALOON

Storming up the wooden staircase, Micah quickly breezed through the other customers scattered around the saloon as he made his way to the young man, ready to beat some answers out of him.

According to the bartender, the man was still in Blackwater and hadn't taken his leave yet, so Micah decided he'd pay the boy a visit after all the hell that broke loose at the bank.

He knew that the boy would cause some type of damage -- he didn't seem to be on good terms with the Van der Lindes, after all -- but Micah never expected the kid to cause this much chaos.

Thanks to him, one of their men was dead, the Pinkertons were after them, their supplies had been destroyed, and on top of all that, Dutch was now on high alert for any traitors within the gang.

Micah had no idea if the boy was trying to get them arrested by the law, or just kill the whole lot of them by himself, but he planned on getting an explanation tonight.

And he wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Hey!" Micah called out, pounding a fist on the door. "I know you're in there, princess. You and I need to have a chat."

Waiting for a response, Micah heard nothing but the muffled sound of someone pacing around the room for a moment, leading him to believe that the boy was either trying to escape or find something to defend himself.

Micah knocked again. "Hey, cowpoke! Open up! Don't make me break in there."

This time, a voice replied.

"Gimme a damn minute!"

After a while of waiting, the door finally creaked open to a slit and revealed nothing more than the protruding barrel of a pistol, causing Micah to let out an amused laugh at the hostile greeting.

"...You really is the suspicious type, ain't you?" He teased.

Isaac didn't budge. "I prefer the word 'cautious."

Micah leaned forward, speaking to the young man in a patronizing voice. "Well, whatever you wanna call it, I'd suggest openin' this goddamn door right now. 'Cause otherwise, I might just kick my way in there and give you a beating after that shit you pulled at the camp...!"

The young man scoffed. "I may be suspicious, but at least I ain't stupid. You really wanna threaten someone who has a gun on you?"

Micah chuckled darkly. "A gun won't do you no favors when we're this deep in civilization, boy. You shoot me, and the law'll be on top of you within minutes. I think I'll be just fine."

Isaac widened the gap slightly, allowing the other man to see him more clearly through the door.

"So why did you come here, then? You don't exactly look like you're here for a talk."

Micah leaned against the wall, grinning slyly. "On the contrary, I came here for answers. It's clear to me now that I underestimated you before, but after all the help I've given, I'd say an explanation is due."

Isaac paused for a minute, contemplating whether to let Micah in or not.

"...Fine." He settled with. "But I'll keep my gun handy, if you don't mind. You don't exactly radiate with trust."

Micah smirked at that. "Well, ain't you a gentleman."

Letting the other man walk in, Isaac quickly shut the door once Micah was through the entryway and lowered his voice, wanting to avoid the attention of unknown listeners.