WAS IT WORTH IT ↛ ARTHUR MORGAN [EDITING]

Tuberculosis

It's been two days and Arthur, Dutch, Javier, Bill, Micah, and Charles still weren't back. I stepped out of my tent and walked out to see everyone crowded in a circle, I walked over to see Charles in the middle, looking flustered.

"Y/N, there you are! We have to get out of here Pinkertons are coming. Pearson knows somewhere we can go." Charles was out of breath. "I barely got out of there alive, they were everywhere. John was taken by law and I had to help Dutch and them get out of there." I pulled out a cigarette and watched as everybody seemed to be waiting for my response.

"We need to pack up and go to this spot Pearson's talking about. Now!" I looked at all of them and saw them scatter, packing everything and loading them on the wagons. I walked up to Abigail and saw the worry in her eyes.

"Abigail, we'll get John back. I promise." Abigail nodded and hugged me tightly.

We got all the things packed and headed to Lakay, it was a small village North of Saint Denis.

Once we got there we didn't unpack anything, knowing that it would be a waste of time. The Pinkertons would soon find out where we were, but til then we were safe.

Abigail walked up to me with a soft look on her face. "Y/N can we talk?" I nodded and she led me outside the cabin we were staying in. "When we robbed the bank, the Pinkertons caught up to me and Hosea. I escaped but Hosea..."

My eyes shot with fear. "Where's Hosea?"

"They shot him." I fell to the ground in complete shock. My eyes welled up with tears and I couldn't fight back the sadness I felt. Abigail bent down and wrapped her arms around me as I cried into her shoulder. Hosea was like the father I never had, I felt guilty for missing 14 years of his life. And I couldn't make it up because he was gone.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N." Tears fell down Abigails face as we sat there and grieved.

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A couple days have passed and Arthur still hasn't come back. I still can't believe that Hoseas gone. Charles told me what happened to Lenny, he was a good kid. If only Dutch had listened to me, we would've been fine. Hosea and Lenny would still be alive.

I closed my journal as a tear slowly fell down my face.

I heard someone slam open the door and quickly shot at them before seeing who it was. I looked up to see Dutch with a shocked look on his face. Everybody but me ran up to him and greeted him, thankfully the bullet only grazed him.

"Sorry Dutch, thought you were someone else." I sat next to him, head in my hands. He patted my back and smiled at me.

"It's alright."

"What happened to y'all?" I looked up at him with a concerned look on my face. Everyone crowded around and waited for him to answer.

"Well, the pinkertons surrounded us and if Charles weren't there we wouldn't have gotten to the boat. We had to bribe them to get us to Tahiti. Boat crashed and we made it to a place called Guarma, had some trouble there but made it out alive. I just don't know where the rest of them idiots are." Dutch explained to everyone.

"I told you, Dutch. You shoulda just listened to me! Now look at the mess we're in." I threw my hands in the air and walked outside, slamming the door behind me. I leaned against the cabin and took in a deep breath. I noticed a black figure making its way towards camp. I raised my gun to whoever it was.

As I got closer they raised they're hands up in surrender and got off the horse. I squinted my eyes as the image of the person got clearer. I dropped my gun and ran into his arms.