Til Death do we part [Arthur Morgan X Reader]

Trolleys and deception pt 1

Arthur slowed his horse down, dismounting and hitching it to a post as you followed suit, giving Ethanol a quick and firm pat before hurrying after him. Rounding the corner, and pushing through a rusty gate that squeaked, letting Dutch and Lenny quickly hop off the boxes they sat on,

"Are we late?" You asked Arthur, who just shrugged as Dutch turned slightly,

"There you are, come on keep walking." Dutch huffed, "you're late."

"A couple days in this place you've turned into some clock watching city boy, what's the urgency?" Arthur asked, Lenny spared you a glance, greeting you silently with a smile, which you returned back before returning your gaze to the two in front,

"We need to leave, forever." Dutch placed his hand on Arthur's chest in a firm pat, "we've been doing well, making money but for all of us to leave together we need enough for a boat, now I found a friendly ship captain he's willing to take us to Australia or Tahiti, we just need to pay for passage and give him money for land when we get there. No questions asked, we will disappear, be reborn." That didn't sound to bad to you, although it did seem a bit intimidating starting over.

"Well where the hell is Tahiti?"

"South pacific, an untouched paradise."

"Well who lives there?" Was he trying to drag this out?

"Tahitians, I guess."

Arthur let out an exasperated grunt, "we made a little money on that riverboat job but not enough for us to leave and live peacefully where's the rest coming from?"

"The trolley station? Really Dutch?" You interjected staring at the building in the middle of the road, "no offense, but I can't name anything stupider than robbing a trolley station."

"So we are gonna rob that place," he motioned to it with a jab of a arm, glancing between you and Dutch,

"Well I didn't think we was fixing the plumbing," Dutch began leading the group towards it again, "I don't know if you have noticed but we are on the clock, I reckon we got a few days before the Pinkerton's show and then we'll were done!" He stopped in front of the doors, turning to everyone, "now we need money, Bronte said this place has got money, come on!" The four put on the face coverings, finishing as Dutch burst through the door,

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a robbery behave as I tell you and none of you will die," you stared down on of the citizens cowering on the floor gun aimed as Dutch's words flowed, "annoy me, and you all will. Now remember, we just want money, don't make us kill you." You gestured with your gun to your empty hand you now held out, watching as they fumbled with their jewelry and pocket change, pushing it into your hand before you looked up,

"There's nothing much here!" Lenny shouted

"What?" You and Dutch questioned in unison,

"There's nothing really here!"

"You're sure?" Dutch sounded... surprised? Why would he be surprised? Did he really think Bronte would be on his side? You knew something didn't sit right and you were finding out why now.

"Yes!"

"Then get out here, and get ready for company." Dutch turned to the several citizens, threatening them to behave. "Mr. M check the safe!" Your ears began to ring, Dutch's voice echoing in one and out the other, this was going incredibly wrong.

"That greasy son of a bitch! He set us up!" Dutch's voice cut through the noise in your head, making you snap your neck towards him,

"You think," Arthur's responded sarcastically

"This seem like a good time for sarcasm To you Arthur?"

"What we gonna do!" Lenny asked, running up to the two, you looked down to the citizen cowering in front of you, stepping around them and moving over to Arthur who watched you with rather nervous eyes.

"Something!" Dutch looked out the other entrance, the ringing of the trolley echoing in, "the trolley.. the trolley! Follow me!" Dutch pushed open the set of doors, breaking a sprint for the passing trolley, he and Lenny climbed up from the front and pushed the conductor out. Arthur climbed in from the back end, reaching a hand out for you to grab onto, with a firm hold he pulled you in, pushing you close to him as if he was just terrified you wouldn't have made it.

The embrace didn't last long however, more pressing matters of life and death were at stake, "does this trolley go to Tahiti?" Arthur shouted, leaning out the back entrance with one hand on the bar, he began laying covering fire for the trolley to buy the four some time. You leaned out the left, aimed at the two riders trying to catch up to the trolley,

"Outside of the saloon already? Damn we are moving fast, Arthur slow us down!" Arthur shouted some response back as you tucked in, following Arthur up the the front, he jiggled the lever, letting go when sparks flew near his fingers, you took his spot, pulling on it as hard as you could to get it to break, he mumbled something to Dutch before shouting,

"Hold on!" Frustrated you kicked at the control panel before throwing your hands back to the pole behind you, although finding you lost your grip quickly upon the trolley derailing.

Arthur was the first to make noise, at least you think he was, then it was whistling, who was whistling? Then it hit you, and you scrambled onto your hands a knees, right now you were not safe, but since when were you ever? And then your vision focused and you were still on your back, watching Lenny pull Dutch out of the trolley, as sounds of gunfire filled the air, the smell of gunpowder and sulfur fresh in your mind.

"Y/n! Come get out here!" Lenny shouted,

"They're still in there?"

"I feel like my bones have been crushed into a fine powder..." you grumbled to yourself, wanting to give way to sleep, Lenny's face came into your sight, dragging you out of the trolley and next to Dutch, who was definitely recovering faster than you.