After a notorious outlaw is found accidentally by Arthur Morgan, Minnie Barlow is befriended by the fellow outlaw after giving up information about Colm O'Driscoll, a gang leader both she and Dutch van der Linde have detested. She is offered a tent...
"You sure you'll be alright here by yourself?" Jameson asked Minnie as she helped him mount her horse.
"I know I will, nothin' is gonna happen while you're away," She assured. "Now, smoke you a pipe as Trace leads the way. He'll take care of you and knows when there's trouble," She explained. "Now, if he starts to get antsy, hang on!" She giggled. She could tell her father was intimidated by her horse who towered over anything close to him, but he knew that she was confident in her horse as he had been in her possession for a few years now. Trace was considered "broker than broke" as he was more used to gunfire and running than walking along a trail, which Minnie considered to be a good break for him as he toted her father along the way to the town of Valentine, which was a good hour-long ride at a walk.
"Be good, I'll see you when you get back tonight!" She cheered.
"You too," Her father replied.
"I was talkin' to Trace," Minnie teased.
"I see where I stand!" He joked.
She playfully scoffed, "Get outta here!"
She smiled and shook her head as she returned to her duties around the cabin. Sweeping the porch, making the beds, tidying the cabinets, and tending to the chickens while replacing the straw that lined their nesting boxes. She enjoyed being an outlaw, but something about the simple and honest life suited her. She guessed it was where her mother had always wanted to be. 'Momma would slap me blind if she knew how I made a livin',' Minnie said to herself as she wiped her hands on her apron, letting her thoughts wander to the loving memories of her mother, not paying any mind to the two pairs of eyes watching her from the treeline a few hundred yards away.
"Is that her?" One of the stalkers asked the other, using his green scarf to wipe the beads of sweat on his temple.
"Oh, that's her," The other one replied, licking his lips.
"Should we go and get her?"
"No, we go back and tell Colm where she's at, then he'll give us the go," He explained. "The place is nice and quiet - good to lie low for a while. Colm's itchin' to get off of that mountain."
"Why is he sending us after this woman anyway?"
"He didn't tell you? That's Minnie Barlow - the most dangerous woman outlaw since Pearl Hart!"
"So he has some sort of crush?"
"I guess you can call it that. He met her in a saloon a while ago and she threatened his life. Reckon it embarrassed him since he expected to get along so well with another outlaw, but you know how Colm is. His pride gets the better of 'em. She also has a high bounty of a few thousand dollars. Enough to get us outta here for a while!"
He scoffed, "Shit, I say let's get her now and take the money and return it to Colm!"
"No, we do as he says. Let's hurry and get back. Reckon he'll want to make a move when her father gets back. You go to Valentine and scope things out and I'll get back to camp," He directed as the other man nodded. "Don't screw this up!"
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