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Amara sighed, walking out of the room with Desmond. They walked towards the door, Benjamin opening it for them so they could walk out. Amara walked towards her horse, Desmond following behind. She mounted up and looked down at Desmond, who was standing there like a fool.
"Can you ride?" She asked, brushing her fingers through Trappers mane.
"No, we can just take my coach." Desmond stammered.
Amara rolled her eyes, watching as Desmond made his way to the stagecoach. She hopped off the saddle.
"And I might have to marry this fool." Amara whispered to her horse, laughing to herself. The man couldn't even ride a damn horse.
The horse let out a whinny and stomped his hooves on the ground.
"I know, I don't like him either." Amara chuckled, brushing Trappers mane. "I'll take you on a ride later." She said before walking over to the stagecoach, cursing Desmond in her head.
"Just hop inside!" Desmond shouted from inside the stagecoach.
Amara opened the door and climbed in, sitting in the seat across from Desmond. He stared at her the whole ride to Valentine, and it was getting on Amaras nerves.
"Do you have a staring problem, Desmond?" She said, her voice laced with poison. He immediately shot his head up and glared at her before looking out the window.
"Look at these peasants, can barely get by because of how lazy they are." Desmond scoffed, pulling down the blinds.
"Don't be a asshole, it's unbecoming. They're doing more than you've ever done." Amara retorted, climbing out of the carriage as soon as it stopped.
"Don't talk to me that way, Amara!" Desmond shouted to her as she walked into the saloon.
Amara ignored the eyes that were on her and sat at a table. Desmond bursted into the saloon, looking around for Amara.
Amara frantically looked around, hoping someone she knew was here. Thankfully, there was. Arthur Morgan. He was sitting at a table with a woman that was very familiar.
"Arthur!" Amara whisper shouted to him, he shot his head around, seeing the alarmed look on Amaras face. He rushed over to the table, ignoring the woman he was just sitting with.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked, taking a swig of the beer in his hand.
"My parents sent me into town with Desmond, I may have said something I shouldn't have said." Amara pointed towards him, he was leaning against the bar counter, still not seeing that Amara was there.
