Wait. {Arthur Morgan x Reader}

Welcome Back

"Don't expect a warm welcome," Arthur said, slightly turning his head to you as you sit on the back of his horse, your arms instinctively wrapped around his hardened waist.

"Believe me, I'm not." You sigh, you didn't know how you could possibly face the gang. They were the only family you had, and you left them. Granted, you were not left in a pretty situation.

"Seein' you looking all fancy like you do now won't make em' too happy."

He was right, again. You look down at your dress, you were wearing a greenish-blue gown made of soft, satiny fabric, long and fitted. You grab at the hem of the stitching along the bottom portion of the dress and with a quick turn of your body, ripping the dress up to your mid-thigh. You felt your hair being pulled back into a tight half-up half-down ponytail, you pull at the front of your hair, allowing strands to fall out.

"So you're Sheriff Gray's deputy now?" You ask, raising a brow at your question.

"Dutch thought maybe it'd make us look less suspicious. He wants to rob the Braithwaites and the Grays," he says.

"Do y'all think people in town don't talk?" You snort, Dutch was usually never this sloppy, it was honestly surprising but even a bit disappointing.

"Well we sure hope they don't." He groans before he looks back at you again, "What'd you write in that letter?" He asks. Before you had left your house you wrote a letter and left it on the dining table for William to see when he arrived home.

"I told him I was goin' to visit my sister in Ambarino," you say, pushing some hair out of your face as it falls out of your now loose hairstyle.

"You don't got a sister," he says.

"He don't know that," you say, pulling your chest closer to Arthur's back which was roped with muscle. He shifts around in the saddle at your touch both uncomfortably and shyly. "My husband ain't really the brightest."

"Why'd your marry him then?" He asks, his voice in the most conciliatory tone you'd heard him speak in.

You thought about it for a moment so you could give Arthur an honest answer. You only married William because he had things you never would. He had a home and money, the two things the gang had dreamed of. "He has money." You say blatantly, "I was pregnant still when I met him, by the time I lost the baby I was already welcomed into his home, I couldn't just leave."

Arthur's hands tighten around the reins, pulling his shoulders back. "You could. You just didn't want to."

"I couldn't leave William Luck the same way you can't leave this damned life of yours you're livin', Arthur Morgan." You say coldly, "I begged you to stay before I left. I told you that you made your decision, and it allowed me to make my own."

He sighs, "You did tell me that." He says and turns his horse down a path through a vacant part of the forest.

You don't know what else to say, you look at the terrain below you in sought of something to respond with, but you didn't need to.