Charles Smith X OC (RDR2 | 16+)
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  • Reads 26,742
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  • Parts 19
  • Time 1h 14m
Complete, First published Jan 25, 2019
I heard a rustle in the bushes. Instantly I dropped down to my knees with my knife out and carefully scooted closer to the sound. 

Expecting an animal I see a man. A dark skinned man like me.... Err not the man part. 

"Hello, sir." I say. 
His eyes were fixed on something else. My knife. I drop it quickly and rise to my feet. 

"I apologize, sir. I am not a threat I swear." I smile a bit. 
He walks out into the clearing and it's easy to say he was a fit man. 

"Hello." He responds. 

"What is your name?" I ask, tilting my head.

"Charles... Charles Smith." He said. 

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WArnInG
Cursingggg
Probably.... Maybe sexual shit idfk
Deaaath
And in THIS book, Arthur dies. I know its sad our little tough boy dies but thats not for awhile!!
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