His Name Was Isaac (Completed)

12. Regret

THAT EVENING

NEAR OWANJILA LAKE

"What do you mean Joe's dead?" Dutch asked, his tone sounding more feral with every word.

"I mean Arthur killed him!" Bill reiterated. "Shot him right in the face when no one was looking."

The other man glanced at Micah, watching as the man rested on a nearby bedroll.

"And Micah?" He asked.

"Isaac attacked him as soon as Joe was shot." Bill explained. "Cut him straight through the eye. Micah nearly killed the boy after that. Almost drowned him in the river, but Arthur managed to pull him off. Gave him one hell of a beating. Then, he sent me back here."

Dutch looked at him with bewilderment. "And you just left?"

Bill threw his hands in the air. "Well, what else was I supposed to do, Dutch? You know Arthur. That man's a beast. You raised him, after all. As for his son, let's just say the apple don't fall far from the tree. He ain't nearly as strong as his pa, but he's goddamn crazy. I'd have been killed if I stuck around."

Dutch sighed in frustration and turned away from Bill, annoyed at the dead-end he suddenly found himself facing.

He knew Arthur wouldn't be easy to take down -- that was no surprise -- but the fact that he killed one of his men and nearly beat another to death sent Dutch into a state of panic.

If Micah, Bill, and Joe couldn't bring Arthur back by themselves, what the hell were they supposed to do now? Their gang was short one man, and Micah was in no condition to be going after anybody at the moment.

Dutch would have to find Arthur himself. He may have been sick, and he may have been dying, but he knew that man better than any of these fools. He knew how Arthur thought.

It was going to take more work than he initially anticipated to bring that man down, but Dutch was sure he could do it.

He just needed more time.

"So?" Bill questioned. "Where do we go from here, Dutch?"

Dutch brought his focus back to Williamson, his cold eyes seemingly gazing straight through him.

"We wait. Now that the three of you have alerted Arthur, he and the boy are gonna have their guard up. So we'll give 'em some space to breathe for now. Let them think that we ain't a threat no more. In the meantime, we'll allow Micah to recover from his wounds, and think of a plan. We're gonna need it. Men like Arthur don't just give up."

Bill offered no objections. "Yeah, well... neither do you, Dutch."

The man nodded at that, patting Bill on the shoulder. "You're goddamn right about that, son. I ain't givin' up anytime soon. And Arthur's gonna learn what it means to betray our family. I just need you and Micah to be with me, and I need no more mistakes. Are we clear on that, Williamson?"

Bill was clearly still hesitant to go against someone like Arthur, but complied nonetheless.

"We're clear, Dutch."

"Good. Then if you'll excuse me..." Dutch began strolling away, "...I have got some thinking to do."

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MEANWHILE

DAKOTA RIVER, NORTH OF DIABLO RIDGE

Trudging along the rocky path, Arthur and Isaac rode side-by-side as they followed the current of the river, slowly making their way up to the Grizzlies West.