(Red Dead Redemption II Fanfic) Chelsea Wolff lived a simple enough life, until Colm O'Driscoll and his gang turned it upside down. After an attack on her settlement, Chelsea finds herself in need of rescuing, and who better to save a girl from a gang than another gang? The poor girl never would've guessed that the Dutch Van der Linde gang would be her safe haven. Once rescued, Chelsea is presented the option to stay with Dutch's gang, but what she doesn't realize is that someone wanted her stay real bad. After staying for a while, she finds herself growing mighty attached to Dutch, and he to her. Dutch didn't understand what it was about this girl, but Chelsea Wolff caught his attention. He wanted her, he knew he did. She would be his; she would be Dutch's girl. And once she was, he would kill any fool who threatened her life.

--- "Do you have a name, son?" the man asked. Arthur looked up. No one ever asked. What was his name? Oh yeah. "Arthur Morgan, sir." "Dutch Van Der Linde," the man replied, reaching out his hand to shake. Arthur accepted it. His hand seemed little compared to the other man's. Soon after, Dutch's associate exited the store. Dutch stood, so Arthur naturally did the same, wanting to get on the men's good side. "And that would be my associate, Hosea Matthews!" Dutch turned to Hosea. "Hosea, meet this young chap here, Arthur Morgan." --- A RDR2 fanfic about the origins of Arthur Morgan and how he came across the men who would save him. Warning: Contains physical and sexual abuse and violence. If you're triggered by any of these themes, please don't read. Thanks! [COMPLETED] [Thanks for 16,000 reads!]