It was in front of us - Micah Bell

Be there

Later that day, you'd awoken and decided that you no longer wished to be bed ridden. Rubbing your well rested eyes, you sleepily emerged from Micah's tent and headed for the stew pot.

As you crouched to pour yourself a small bowl of stew, you were met with a clumsy pair of arms being flung around your neck.

"(Y/N)! I've missed that smile O'yours fluttering around camp!" Sean cheered as he pulled you into a hug almost causing you to spill your stew, luckily none got on your clothes.

"Thank you Sean, but I was only out for about half a day right?" You questioned looking up at him.

"Sure, but still! Aren't ya pleased to see me? Or did ya see enough of me in ya dreams?" Sean teased you playfully, earning a giggle from you.

"Oh Sean you are a fool." You laughed with your Irish friend.
Although some called him an 'irritating young Irish bastard', they couldn't deny he was charming. And that he put a smile on near everyone's faces.

"Anyway, I best be off, torching some rich families tobacco fields with big boy Arthur." Sean beamed. It was nice that he seemed to look up to Arthur quite a bit. Almost like they're brothers sometimes.

"Okay, well be careful Sean." You responded as you went to sit on a log and tuck into your stew.
Sean began to strut away but didn't get far before he turned on his heels and headed back over to you.

"You wanna come with us lass?" Sean asked, oddly politely.

Pressing your lips together, you pondered on the idea. You really shouldn't be going anywhere in your current state, but you were feeling a little better. And the idea of burning upper folks fields was far too tempting.
You may be an adult, but you were a child at heart. That's probably the reason why Sean took to you.

"I shouldn't..." you hesitated out loud looking across camp.

Sean raised his brows with a smirk, knowing the teenager within you lingered at heart.

"Screw it." You cursed happily as you quickly shovelled a few spoonfuls of stew into your mouth before putting it abruptly down onto the floor.

"Hehe! That's the spirit lass!" Sean cheered as he lead the way, you following closely behind, on the lookout for Micah or Miss Grimshaw.

You decided to ride with Sean, if anyone noticed your horse was gone they'd immediately know you was as well.
"You feelin' better after yesterday then?" Sean asked, as you rode down the dusty dirt path.

"Much. What happened once we got back to camp?" You asked Sean, leaning to the side slightly to engage in conversation.

"Passed out didn't ya. Old Micah and your brother were guarding the tent like dogs." Sean chuckled.

"That's kinda sweet I guess, where are we meeting Arthur?" You asked sincerely.

"Outskirts of the Braithwaites' place. He's got the shine wagon. Hosea's been working that magic of his, gettin' us paid." He continued.

The ride didn't last too much longer when you spotted Arthur waiting with a wagon nearby the Braithwaites property, just as Sean said.

"Took your time Sean. (Y/N)" Arthur reprimanded Sean then greeted you softly.

"Sorry Morgan, madam here took some convincing heh." Sean chucked as you both dismounted the horse, Sean tapping its ass to dismiss it.

"Well, get on. We got work to do." Arthur ordered with a grumble.

Arthur and Sean took the front seats and you perched yourself on the back of the wagon.

"Hold up a second!" You heard Sean beckon, causing you to spin around and Arthur to pull the reins, the wagon coming to a halt.