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Oral by the River. (CHP. 24)

The tension was thick as I lay on Arthur's cot, my back to him. He sat on a chair next to the cot as he cleaned his gun's. His breathing calm but from how he rubbed the cloth against the barrel and cocked the gun, I could tell he was anxious and upset. I didn't know if it was towards me or because of the situation we were in.

I rolled over to face him. His attention was on me once I rolled towards him, setting the gun to the side and kneeling down before me taking my hand in his.

Arthur: "You feelin okay?" He asked so sweetly as he takes my hand and rests it on his cheek so sweetly

Y/n: "I'm sore, but I'll live." I reply.

Arthur: "I love you." It sounded so serene and genuine. With no fear. I push myself up to sit on the cot and he sits beside me. The cot sinking because of his weight but his warmth drawing me closer to him.

Y/n: "I love you, too."

Arthur: "Sadie and I are getting ready to ride out to get Marston."

Y/n: "Okay." I say as I stand and begin to get dressed to ride with them, Arthur stands with me.

Arthur: "How..How do I die?" That question freezes me in my tracks.

Arthur: "I keep dreamin of a deer and Hosea's voice about not bein a fool and-an"

Y/n: "It varies. For me you always died on a cliffside fightin Micah, for others it could've been a shot to the head or knife to the heart. It varied based on your honor."

Arthur: "Is Micah the rat?..."

Y/n: "If I tell you now, just know nothing you do can change."

Arthur: "No, but I'll be prepared."

Y/n: "Since you came back from Guarma, but I think he was a snitch since the bank heist." Arthur sighed looking around before grabbing my arm and sitting me back on the cot.

Arthur: "I want you to stay, you may know what happens but maybe things are different from how many you have saved. I want you safe. I can't lose you too." That last bit made me pause. We hear footsteps approach our tent and both our heads turn to the approaching presence.

Sadie: "You bout ready, Arthur?" She gives me a smile and nod.

Arthur: "In a minute, I'll meet you by the horses."

Sadie: "Of course."

Y/n: "I'll sit out of this, but I'm more than capable of fighting."

Arthur: "Just stay here until I get back, Charles will look after you." With that he gives me a deep kiss to my lips and leaves.

Y/n: "Arthur..."

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The rain never let up but the muggy heat took over the day and a blistering cold breezed over us during the night, those who didn't have tents slept closer together or drank a bit more. I yearned for Arthur's warmth, I found myself wishing him to be near where I knew he would be safe, but I know how much everyone means to him.

My ears perked up to the sound of Abigail calling out to John and horse's footsteps approaching the camp. My heart fluttered as I flung myself out of bed and threw 1 of Arthur's jackets over my shoulders and kicked on my boots before stepping out of the tent. I see Sadie and John dismount and Abigail give a running hug to John.

Dutch: "JOHN! What are you doing here?" He shouts as Micah and him approach them. Arthur locks eyes with me and we meet each other half way and exchanging kisses. putting an arm around my waist we watch the argument unfold.

John: "It's good to see you too, partner."

Dutch: "I mean, I haven't sent for you yet."

Arthur: "I went."

Dutch: "But I said that-"

Arthur: "Yeah, I know what you said. But, I felt different."

Dutch: "Is that so?"

Arthur: "Yes." Arthur pulled away from me and I grasped his hand and he gave me a tight squeeze as he came closer to Dutch.

Dutch: "And when springing John brings the law down on all of us, what then, Arthur?"

Arthur: "Well, I guess we'll have another fight on our hands."

There was a moment of silence before I decided to intervene.

Y/n: "Listen, we're all a little on edge right now, why don't we all go sit out for a bit and we can figure out a plan later." Dutch glared at Arthur before looking to me. I returned his gaze before he sighed and looked down.

Dutch: "I had a god-damn plan." He shouts turning on his heel and throwing his hands up in frustration with Micah on his tail, he gave a snide grin and tipped his hat to me. My stomach churned and I rolled my eyes. Arthur's eyes followed Micah who witnessed his actions.

Arthur: "I can't believe Dutch trusts that fool."

Y/n: "Come bathe with me." I whispered catching his attention. He just looked down to me wide eyed.

Arthur: "What?" He responded almost annoyed.

Y/n: "I smell and you're no field of daisies yourself." I joke earning a hoarse chuckle from him.

Arthur: "Yeah, I suppose. Go grab some clothes and let's head out." He smiled. I waste no time strutting to our shared tent and grabbing some clothes for the both of us and a couple towels before returning back to him. He was petting my horse with the utmost gentlest look on his face.

Arthur: "I see you took good care of our girl." He whispers feeding my horse an apple. I walk to the saddle bag of my horse and strap the bag of clothes I collected to it.

Arthur: "I missed you."

Y/n: "I missed you too, Arthur."

Arthur: "Sorry, was talkin to the horse." A gasp escaped me as a smile soon took over as I playfully slapped his arm. He chuckled a bit before grabbing my hand and pulling me in for a kiss. I pull away and put 1 foot in the stirrups and my got a grip on the saddle horn, I soon felt Arthur's hands on my hips as he lifted me the rest of the way up.

Arthur: "I never knew I could miss quite a view."

Y/n: "Aren't you the charmer." I wait for Arthur to mount his own horse and allow him to guide us down to the river.

'I never realized I could miss the voice of a fictional character so much.' I became quiet as Arthur and I trotted down before deciding to stop at some rocks that would be perfect to sit on since it overlooked the river.

Arthur: "I know I came off harsh to you earlier."

Y/n: "I understand, I know everything you know and the person who you trust the most is changing. I just don't want you to die." Arthur's eye's gazed into mine.

Arthur: "I..-I can't say that anyone's ever cared for me in such a way before." He says dropping his head. I take a couple steps to him, placing my hand on his cheek and grazing it in his beard.

Y/n: "Just shut up." I gently push him down to the ground and unbuckle his gun belt. He began to stutter.

Arthur: "Y/n!"

Y/n: "Shut up, someone will hear us."

Arthur: "Someone will see us!" He began to whisper shout and I gave a wicked smile. I unbutton his long johns. His cock springing forward, I wasted no time in grabbing the shaft and looking between the tip and Arthur's face.

I bowed down and licked the crown of his cock, swirling my tongue around the head and pumping it with my hand. Soon I changed tactics and licked his shaft while I looked into his eyes. He had pure lust as he was generating a generous amount of precum which I licked up with a moan. I worked his cock with my hand and mouth like an artist, his hand roughly entwining with my hair as my head went up and down on his shaft.

I soonpull my mouth off his cock despite his slight restraint, long enough for me to moan

Y/n: "Cum."

That was all he needed to hear. He resumed my rhythm and kept fucking my face, never taking his eyes off of what I was doing.

He seemed to have reached his limit since he began bobbing my head in such a sloppy manor and began to breath heavier, soon hot cum poured into my mouth, I made sure not to spit out any, no matter how bitter or salty. I wanna say he kept his cock in my mouth for a solid minute or so before slowly pulling me off.

Y/n: "You seemed to be tense." I chuckled as I wiped my mouth before stripping myself down.

Arthur: "We aren't done." He stripped himself down before gripping the sides of my face with his rough hands, pulling me into a deep kiss. I tried to pull away since he just blew a load into my mouth but he just tightened his grip on me. It was his turn to push me down as he started tweaking with my nipples and they hardened immediately. I could feel a slick moisture forming between my pussy. A moan escaped my lips.

He moved down to sucking and licking my nipples as a hand wandered down to my pussy where he shoved 2 fingers as deep as he could manage. He pumped and curled them, I felt as if I became wetter and louder with each stroke. He played me like a violin and I was there for it, as he bite and sucked at my neck telling me how much of a good girl I was. Orgasm after orgasm I couldn't take it anymore, I wrapped my own fingers in his hair and moaned how badly I needed him.

He wasted no time in flipping me over and pulling my hips up, groping and slapping my ass I could feel the red handprints forming. I soon felt the tip of his cock brush against my folds teasing it against my clit and slick before slowly pushing inside me. I tried to crawl away from how deep he was going inside me, I bite my forearm as he gives me a sharp smack for trying to move away.

Arthur: "Don't give up on me, girl!" He grunts.

Arthur: "You can do it." He moans as he begins to thrust slowly into me.

Y/n: "I haven't felt you in so long." I moan, as he grabs a handful of my hair and keeps his other on my ass. The harder he thrusted the more I could feel my ass jiggle against him. I could hear the smile on his face as he took joy in making a mess out of me.

I could feel the familiar fullness form where the tip of his dick was hitting.

Y/n: "For fuck's sake don't stop!" I moan, this time, he placed both hands on my hips and rammed into me 10x faster than he was before. He had better grip and understanding then most men and I was not complaining. Before I knew it my eyes went crossed as my own cum spewed out making us more messy than before.

I roll onto my back and look towards the setting sun and the darkness of the night sky soon taking over as I try to catch my breath.

Arthur: "We better get in soon or this water will be too cold. He says nonchalantly as he steps into the water before offering his hand to me.

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Tombstone Redemption

July 29th and 30th, 2023 in Tombstone, Arizona

Unlike most Comic Cons where you get to meet a variety of celebrities, Tombstone Redemption will be an event dedicated entirely to Red Dead Redemption! Of course the event wouldn't be complete without the presence of the world's greatest outlaws!

So far Roger, Rob, Alex, Benjamin and Peter are scheduled to come. I really hope the rest of the cast gets to come too.

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How am I supposed to Trust her? (CHP. 23)

Dutch: "White to D4." I've been sitting on a crate outside of the shack with the wrap around dock where Dutch was planted. Muttering his chess play. Was all of this caused by a whack to the head? Or could it be the stress of having everyone depend on him. Needle and thread in hand as I sew up Arthur's infamous blue shirt with the permanent dirt stains on it. A bullet grazed the sleeve luckily only grazing Arthur's arm.

Ever since I told Arthur the truth about me being from a different time, he's been a bit distant. He's still affectionate but gives me shirt responses.

Arthur: "Y/n." My eyes flicker up as his voice grumbles my name, but he doesn't call me 'love' or 'darlin' anymore.

Y/n: "Darlin." I sigh from the discomfort of him calling me by my name.

Arthur: "How's my shirt comin along?" He asks lightly as if trying to lighten the tension.

Y/n: "I know you're upset. I hope you can find it in you to trust me again, my love for you hasn't changed."

Arthur: "I know. I do love you, ya know. I...I- I gotta go talk to Dutch." He says breezing past me.

Y/n:"....Bye..." I sigh as I toss his shirt and needle to the side, pushing myself up from the crate and make my way to my tent.

Lenny: "You alright, Y/n?" He asks cautiously as I breeze by him, grabbing the reins to the spotted apaloosa Arthur got me, and begin to walk out of camp.

Sean: "Where are you goin?"

Y/n: "Out." I say climbing into the saddle and kicking my horse into a light trot out of camp.

'Did I fuck up that badly?'

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Arthur's P.O.V.

My eyes lock onto Y/n's frustrated appearence.

'I know she ain't happy but I feel so betrayed by her.' I sigh as come down the shack porch.

Arthur: "Charles..." He seemed to be taken by Y/n's clear upset mood, he looked worried he snapped out of it and looked to me with what would seem to be a hardened gaze.

Arthur: "Will you ride with me?"

Charles: "Always." He replies calmly sheathing his machete and grabbing his revolver.

Charles: "Where we headed?"

Arthur: "Up past Butcher Creek."

Charles: "That's Murfree Brood Country." He stops checking the rounds in his revolver looking me in the eye's as if he misheard me.

Arthur: "That's why I'm asking you to ride with me?" He puts the revolver back and grab his sawed off, sheathing him on his gun belt.

Charles: "I understand."

With that we head to our horse's and mount up, riding out of camp we talk about weather to ride up to the supposed new campsite or take a boat. I say to just ride, I haven't seen Charles in sometime and I am not hesitant to say that I have missed him.

Charles: "Y/n...Is she okay?" My heart drops and my eyes flick open and glance over at Charles.

Arthur: "Why?"

Charles: "She seems upset."

Arthur: "Perhaps, never had too much luck with women."

Charles: "I don't think luck got you this far."

Arthur: "I don't know. I love her, I really do, but she just told me some things I can't quite wrap my head around."

Charles: "Mm."

Arthur: "Charles, be honest with me." I say as I gallop next to Charles, looking at him with every bit of seriousness I could muster on my face.

Arthur: "Do you love Y/n?" With that he glances at me flustered a bit.

Charles: "Yes." My admiration for Charles seemed to waver for a second.

Charles: "I respect your relationship between each other, but if you ever do go your separate ways, I will be there for her."

Arthur: "It won't happen."

Charles: "Are you sure?"

Arthur: "Here's to hopin."

Charles: "Your hoping isn't doing to well."

Arthur: "She lied to me and I'm not to sure how to handle it."

Charles: "Have you ever thought about it in her perspective?"

Arthur: "What?"

Charles: "How is she supposed to explain to you that she's from a different time/world when you introduce yourself?"

Arthur: "I-...I see your point."

Charles: "Look at what she has knows, she's kept everyone alive."

Arthur: "I suppose so. It's just, I'm supposed to protect her not the other way around." He confides.

Charles: "That's so miniscule, you're supposed to protect each other." Charles replies.

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I hitch my horse to some rat infested bar in Saint Denis. I could care less if I contract some bullshit sickness. I'll care for it later. Pushing open the double swinging doors, I glance around as I walk to the counter and take note about how empty it is. 1 guy nursing a beer at the counter, 4 playing poker, and 2 chatting in the back of the house.

'Good.'

I order a whiskey, hoping I wouldn't shit my brains out about how unsanitary this place most likely is. I put some money on the table paying for the drink and take a sigh as I contemplate how to even mend Arthur and I's relationship.

'I don't even know how tog o back even if I wanted to...Would I even really want to?' I take a big swig, throwing my head back and letting the whiskey sting and numb my mouth following through with pushing it down my throat. I twist my my head to hopefully subside the sting faster, but to no avail. I make my way to a table to sit and nurse my whiskey alone, thinking about the first interaction I had with Arthur.

Lost in thought I light up a cigarette, as heels clack against the floorboards, I glace up to see a familiar green dress with puffy shoulders and red hair walk into the bar. My eyebrows furrow as we make eye contact. Taking a small puff of the cigarette I wave her over, she obliges and glares at everyone looking at her as she makes her way to my table.

Y/n: "What are you doing here?"

Molly: "I saw Milton and his men. They've been questioning me." She looks frantic and worried as she fiddles with her hands, I slide her the whiskey.

Y/n: "Drink." She wastes no time in chugging a 1/4 of the bottle and making a sour face as she swallows.

Molly: "They questioned about Dutch and you."

Y/n: "Me?"

Molly: "They're trying to get someone to talk, about anything. They know about you and Arthur...I'm worried for Dutch...I love him, I really do." She pleads as I take the bottle back and take another sip.

Y/n: "Molly, I need you to listen to me and I want you to take me seriously. I want you to leave, I want you to get as far away as possible from Dutch." I plead.

Molly: "But."

Y/n: "But nothin! Look at how he treats you, how long you've been pleading for his affection. Molly, please...You deserve so much better, this life ain't for you. You will die if you go back to camp."

Molly: "Where am I supposed to go? I have no money."

Y/n: "Anywhere."

Molly: "What about Dut-"

Y/n: "Stop, Dutch bare-"

Molly: "Will he be okay?"

Y/n: "For right now, yes. But this ends bad for you and you deserve to be happy as well."

Molly: "Okay." She looks reluctant as she takes a deep breathe as if to settle her nerves as I take 1 more big swig and stand up.

Y/n: "We need to get you to the docks." Molly takes the bottle from my hands and chugs it. I begin to make my way out with her close behind me. Pushing past those swinging doors and looking both ways down the road as I grab the reins from the hitch post and swing them around the saddle horn, I see finely dressed men as opposite end of the street.

Y/n: "Fuck." I sigh as I climb into the saddle, I offer my hand out to Molly to help her up, she gladly takes as I pull her up. She adjusts in the saddle, wrapping her arms around my waist.

Molly: "They're looking for you, most likely."

Y/n: "Gee, thanks for the heads up." I reply sarcastically as I nudge my horse into a light trot.

Y/n: "We need to get you to the docks. Hold on." I say as I adjust the hat on my head to shade over my head and pick up the speed into a gallop past the men guarding the end of the block.

Guard 1: "Hey! You!" My horse skids along the brick road as we turn down the long and busy roads. A siren sounds into the city as I shout for people to move out of the way. My eyes glance to feathers and black silky hair. A shocked look that turned into a smirk.

Y/n: "Eagle Flies?" A gunshot sounds into the air and a bullet whizzes past us.

Molly: "What?!" She squeezes harder than before from fear.

I take a shortcut through an alley as I hear beating footsteps through the roads and screaming people. Jumping over people's fences and gardens I make my way into the main road again. People shoving eachother out of the way as we emerge from an alley, I pause for a moment as I watch men guard the block yet again. I hear a river boat sound its own horn and gallop my way towards what I believe it could be coming from. Sweat dotting my forehead and my breath heavy with adrenaline and worry. Men spot us and point their guns at us. I don't back down and keep pushing my horse to gallop. Unholstering my revolver I point at 1 of the men and begin to fire the closer we got.

My horse trampling over/past a few of them they let there own bullets fly, a few grazing my arms and legs. Adrenaline pumping through my body I keep pushing forward.

The docks soon come into my view. I pull the reins back and dismount, Molly sliding down and following behind me as we make a run for the docks, ducking and hiding behind poles and railings in hopes of losing the men and blending in with the crowd seemed to work. We soon end up in front of a of a ticket master dealing tickets.

Molly's eyes glaze over the whole board. They seemed to have a twinkle in them.

Molly: "Where should I go?"

Y/n: "Wherever you want." Our turn came after 3 minutes of waiting and me glancing around the crowd for angry men in trench coats.

Molly: "1 ticket to New York." I pull out the correct amount and hand it to the men with haste as he slides the ticket to us. We step aside for the next people as he directs us to the proper boat. I pull out more money and hand it to Molly. Tears well in her eyes as she reluctantly pockets the money.

Molly: "Y/n." She sobs.

Y/n: "No time. You need to get out of here." I guide her to the boat as she sniffles.

Molly: "Thank you."

Y/n: "You weren't that bad of a person, I enjoyed our friendship."

Molly: "I wish I wasn't so harsh to you all. I'm going to miss you."

Y/n: "I'm going to miss you too." I pull her into a tight hug until I hear shouting.

Y/n: "Take care and make good choices." With that I push her onto the ferry and take off into the crowd, dodging and weaving people and the men.

I would like to say that I successfully avoided them and went back to camp, but before I even stepped foot into the road, I felt a strong grip on my bullet graze squeeze my arm. I whip my head to the arm and follow who it belongs to.

Y/n: "Oh, you scrawny bag of dicks!"

Milton: "Some language you got there. Not surprised coming from Arthur's partner."

Y/n: "Well, look at you you actually do know something. Jerkoff." With that he strikes me with an open hand across my face, my head lolling to the side.

Y/n: "With that hit I don't know if you're trying to shut me up or turn me on."

Milton: "Like it rough don't ya. Not surprised with degenerate filth."

Y/n: "What's actually sad is that whole suit makes you look like you're mother dressed you this morning." My head gets yanked back and my eyes look up to see another man's face.

Ross: "Shut up, you bitch."

Y/n: "Suck my dick." I spit in his eye and Milton laughs.

Milton: "I can see why Morgan likes her. She's got spunk." I try to yank my arm out of his grip only for it to be tightened. I wince as the adrenaline begin's to wear off.

Milton: "Take her in for questioning." I groan.

Y/n: "You need to question your barber for that haircut." This time it's Ross's turn to chuckle.

Milton: "We'll see what you have to say when we're done with you."

Little did I know were Bill's eye's watching from the alleyway shadow's.

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3rd Person's P.O.V:

After Arthur gave Meredith a ride back home from the Murfree gang, he had sometime to ponder about Y/n and what Charle's said. Y/n was no Mary and she proved that time and time again. He was sure that he didn't want to give what he had with her up. Not again. He mentally and emotionally couldn't. His chest began to ache and his heart was in the pit of his stomach.

Arthur: "Y/n, you make me the happiest fool alive." He was determined to talk to you once he made it back to the new camp.

Arriving back to camp, he noticed everyone setting up and he began look amongst everyone for Y/n.

Sadie: "Who you lookin for?"

Arthur: "Uh.. Y/n...Ya seen her?"

Sadie: "She left before you and then Molly soon after."

Bill: "Y/n's in trouble!" He shouts running armed into camp. Arthur's eyes harden as he rushes over to Bill as does everyone else.

Dutch: "What are you on about?"

Bill: "Milton and his men picked her up."

Micah: "Think she'd talk?" Arthur, Sadie and Charles snap and glare at Micah who put his hands up in defense.

Dutch: "She's not like that."

Micah: "How much do you really trust her?"

Arthur: "Shut your god damn mouth if you know what's good for you." He threatens walking up to Micah.

Javier: "Where is she?"

Bill: "I didn't see where they took her but they stayed in Saint Denis."

Lenny: "That doesn't help us."

Sean: "We still have to look for her!"

Dutch: "Yes, alright. Micah, Bill and the women stay and watch camp the rest of you mount up and let's go."

Arthur was the first on his horse, Lenny, Charles and Sadie close behind.

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Y/n's P.O.V

Milton: "What is Dutch planning?" I fiddle with the rope restraints around my wrists as I scan the abandoned building for a way out.

Y/n: "A nice candle light dinner with your mom." Another slap to my already bruised face and busted lip. Blood begin's to pool in my mouth as I slouch over to spit it out.

Ross: "Why are you making it so hard on yourself?" I sit back up and sigh.

Milton: "Do you think they actually care for you?"

Ross: "Arthur Morgan is a ruthless killer, he cares for no-one but his loyalty for Dutch."

Y/n: "Get his name out of you mouth. You know nothing about him or Dutch." He goes to raise his hand again, but before he gets his hand close enough to hit me I open my mouth and bear my teeth into Ross' fist. He grunts in pain as I bite down as hard as I can for as long as I can before Milton pulls me off. Blood pours out of his knuckle.

Ross: "You bitch!" He begins to stomp up to me only for Milton to stop him.

Milton: "Calm down. If she won't talk we can't keep her here forever." With that he undoes the bindings around my wrists and I take the chance to run out of the building.

I was surprised at how unguarded the buidling was. I smell rain in the air as the clouds cover up the sun light and darkness begins to gloom over Saint Denis. I begin to wander the streets before I commit to returning to camp. Rubbing my wrists to relieve the previous pain from the ropes.

Little droplets begin to fall to the ground and tears prick my eyes. I lean against a building and wait for the rain to fall heavier before sobbing.

Y/n: "What am I doing?" I don't bother to wipe the tears from my eye's.

Charles: "Y/n!" My head turns to the familiar voice as I'm not sure if it's real.

Charles: "Arthur! She's close!" I soon hear heavy footsteps round the corner I was on and almost knock me to the ground only for there arms to wrap around me and shush me. I hear another set of steps and a gunbelt. The 1 I've grown to love. Charles rubbing circles into my back, which was sort of soothing

Arthur: "Y/n!" Unsure of where to put his hands they graze over my body, before taking off his coat and draping it around my shoulders. Arthur pulls me into a tight embrace and pulls us to the ground. My sobs becoming louder.

Arthur: "I know girl. It'll be okay." He says planting kisses all over my face and hands, before grabbing my head and making me look at him, his deep blue orbs embracing my e/c gaze taking away the pain I was feeling in that time. He said something I couldn't quite understand as thunder began rolling from the sky. The look of worry and stress he had on his face, how could I ever think he doesn't love me.

Y/n: "Wha-" He pulls my face into his for a deep kiss. 1 that made more tears fall, good thing for the rain or I would've been soaking Arthur's face. I didn't fight him and he didn't fight for dominance either, our tongues danced together as he gripped my face.

Arthur: "Let's get you home." He says pulling away resting his forehead against mine.

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Reunited (CHAP. 22)

Charles: "Breathe." His breath hot on my ear, 1 hand ghosting my back and the other and on my drawn elbow. My eyes focused on holding the arrow in between the string and on the lining of my finger, aiming at a deer ahead of us.

Charles: "Aim for the neck, release when you feel ready to exhale." The deer looked unsuspecting, just grazing. As quietly as I could I take a few quiet cautious steps closer, before exhaling and releasing the string. The arrow shooting with a piercing whistle, my eyes widen as my arms drop watching where the arrow lands eyes wide in anticipation as I drop to my knees from my squatting position.

'Thwump.'

Y/n: "Fuck! Yes!" I shout as the deer drops an arrow right in it's neck. I stand with a stretch as does Charles.

Charles: "You've gotten a lot better. Good job." He comments with a smile.

Y/n: "Yeah, I'm not shooting bark and dirt." We both share a chuckle as we make our way down to the kill. Clouds begin to dust the sky and turn grey, a light sprinkle soon begins to pour as I insert the knife into the gut of the deer.

??: "Arthur!...." I hear a high pitched voice exclaim, my head snaps up in excitement.

Y/n: "Arthur?" I say as I push myself away from the deer. I glance to Charles and the direction of camp as if asking for permission to go back.

Charles: "I'll take the carcass, you go." I give Charles a tight hug before sprinting off back to camp.

Pearson: "Arthur's here!" I hear him exclaim.

Arthur: "It's so good to see you all! Where's Y/n?" I hear him say as he walks into the house.

Tilly: "Charles and her went hunting." She says giving him a hug, I see Sadie walk behind Arthur, as I make a beeline for the door.

Y/n: "Arthur!" I shout. He turns around with a smile and open arms, I don't slow down and leap into his arms wrapping my legs around his waist. His arms tightly wrap around me as he tilts us side to side.

Arthur: "I missed you."

Y/n: "I missed you."

Micah: "Why didn't I get a welcome hug like that, Y/n." I give him a glare as Arthur and I untangle from each-other and he sets me down.

Y/n: "I suppose I miss insulting you."

Micah: "As did I." Arthur sits on a wooden bench next to Pearson and Abigail. We all take turns filling him in on the details as Uncle hands him a plate of food.

An hour or so later once everyone went back to there chores, I pulled Arthur aside out a ways from camp and we sit on some tree stumps.

Arthur: "You okay?" His beard much longer than it was before he left. Obviously.

Y/n: "No. I need to tell you something, but I want you to believe me."

Arthur: "You can tell me anything, darlin." He says placing his hand on my thigh with a light squeeze. I grab his coarse, sun burnt face and mash my lips against his, letting him take control.

Y/n: "Just in case you don't talk to me for a bit." I reach in my satchel and pull out the wrinkled letter Hosea gave me before the heist. I fiddle with it in my hand a bit avoiding meeting Arthur's gaze.

Y/n: "I haven't been completely honest with you, in all honesty I don't quite know how I got here myself." I can feel Arthur's eyes hot on me.

Arthur: "What do you mean?"

Y/n: "Hosea wanted me to give this to you, but before I give this to you, I need you to listen and believe me." I say finally finding the courage to look him in his worried and confused eyes.

Arthur: "You're scarin me a bit, darlin?" I can hear him swallow thickly.

Y/n: "I'm from a different time, and a different reality. I know certain things because I've...played it."

Arthur: "What?"

Y/n: "You went to Guarma, the boat you boarded on got shipwrecked from the ocean, you ended up on a chain gang for a bit until you were rescued by Hercule and his rebellion. Javier got shot and couldn't escape with you at that time but you did go back for him and fight in there war to get back here." With each statement I made he pulled away.

Arthur: "How? Did-?" I tried to reach for his hand again, but he pulled away.

Y/n: "Arthur-"

Arthur: "You some sort of fortune teller?"

Y/n: "...No, but-"

Arthur: "You knew?" With that he threw his hands up and stepped away.

Y/n: "I couldn't save Hosea, I talked to him the night before and he said he wanted to go home...And be with Bessie." I extended the letter to Arthur.

Y/n: "Lenny, Sean, Kieran were supposed to die and I took bullet after bullet because I care about them too." I walk closer to him as he glares into my eyes.

Y/n: "Read the note, I don't know how I got here but I'm grateful I got to meet you and fall in love with you." He reluctantly takes the note and opens it.

Y/n: "You were supposed to die." He looks up at me for a brief moment.

Y/n: "I understand you haven't lived a good life a priest will smile upon, but we all do what we have to in order to survive. Thomas Downes the debt I took back at Horseshoe, you were going to get Tiberculosis from beatin him. And eventually you would've died." Tears swell in my eyes remembering looking at my tv screen watching him die in so many ways, from Micah or watching the sun.

Arthur: "That wasn't your choice to make!" He shouts, causing me to flinch for the first time ever in our relationship.

Y/n: "Would you rather die? Not knowing if your sacrifice was worth it?" He stops for a moment looking at the letter in his hands.

Y/n: "In the end, you tried but you affected so many people that revenge was needed. John's happy ending doesn't really exist. So I saved you." I whisper that last part balling my hands and breezing past him. My chest heavy with grief as I walk back to camp, lighting a cigarette.

Taking deep breaths to control the tears threatening to fall, swallowing my thickened spit to choke the ball of sadness in the back of my throat.

Charles: "Everything okay?" I nod vigorously.

Y/n: "I believe so."

Charles: "You look miles away?" He says as his hand grasps my face peering deeply into mine.

Y/n: "I'm fine, just a small fight...Maybe." I don't pull away as quickly, it felt nice in that time to just be the center of attention.

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Night soon began to take over the sky, Arthur avoiding my gaze when he returned to camp, and gave me short responses when I tried talking to him. He shut down on me.

'I scared the man I loved more than myself away. But, how do you explain that you're from an alternate reality/from the future to a supposed video game character?' I shake my head as I tend to the men that poured in. Placing aloe on sun burned skin, treating bullet holes, bullet grazes and insect bites as needed.

The last 2 to pour in were Dutch and Bill. Bill being the loudest and most demanding, I slide out the back door and light another cigarette. Taking a deep puff before exhaling smoke blowing from my lips.

'I know how this goes...But I really don't want to deal with it.' Brandishing my pistol I begin to make my way down and around, I hear a wagon, horses and men approach.

Agent Milton: "This is Agent Milton with the Pinkerton Detective Agency. On behalf of Cornwall Kerosene and Tar...." I space out and holster my gun.

'What if I found cover and shot them from a good vantage point? I could use the darkness as a cloak.' I think as my eyes begin to peer as to where. They were going to light the house up any minute with everyone in it. Taking a quick puff and spitting my cigarette into the bayou.

Milton: "Actually, let them have it." With that I can hear the gatling gun get cranked up and bullets piercing through the air and striking the wood of the house.

Dutch: "Everyone get down!" I hear him shout. I make a run for the other house covering my head.

'I can get on the roof and provide some cover until the rest can move into position.'

Adrenaline pumping so hard I can feel my pulse in the back of my throat, throwing myself on the floorboards of the other house I pull myself up with ease and make my way to the backdoor of the house and jumping a bit to grab the roof of the house and push my feet against the wall to pull myself up. Pulling out my Evans repeater and kneeling on the roof I soon take aim at the men shooting at the house.

In my peripherals I see Sadie and Arthur make it out and towards the house.

Y/n: Up here, you fucking cucks!" I shout getting the men's attention.

Milton: "Shoot her!" I see the skinny man behind the gun struggle to turn the gun in my direction, I give them no chance barely aiming whatever man ended up in my crosshairs. Squeezing the trigger released more of my pent up frustration. The door below me kicks open and I hear gun firing fill the air.

Milton tries to get to the gatling gun, I try and aim for his head but my bullet grazed his shoulder and he ran away. Bodies dropped 1 by 1 as we cleared the area they tried to ambush us in.

I slide further back to reload my gun, smoke coming off the barrel.

Sadie: "Arthur, Get on that gun!" The men began to retreat further back but still resided into our territory. Soon Sean, Lenny, Bill, Charles all came out the house, guns brandished and moving to cover. Arthur mounted the gun and Sean came to the roof.

Sean: "Nice shootin, love. Come down." He opens his arms as he ushers me down, I take the leap of faith and he catches me with ease. We soon move to cover.

Sean: "Try not to get shot this time." He chuckles as he stands from cover firing off a few of his own shots.

Running to take cover behind a tree, I take a moment to calm my breathing. My adrenaline running me cold, my legs began to shake.

Arthur: "Get down! I'm swinging this around!" He shouts above his gunfire, not stopping as he does just as he says, we all drop to the ground and cover our heads as Arthur finishes off the rounds in the gun. I curled into a ball my hands covering my head, amongst the loud gun fire and smoke I look up to see Arthur's face. I don't know what for, but in that moment he seemed tired and angry. The bullet shells clanking to the wood as the shouts of men fade in my ears, each fire from the guns showing Arthur in a different light. 1 that Rockstar couldn't capture. The raw emotion on his face, the way his hands squeezed around the gatling gun, the way he clenched his jaw and showed his teeth. It almost made him human. He IS human, which made my reality just much more than a fantasy, because I'm here. I'm in it.

We collectively get back up once Arthur runs out of ammo. Firing off rounds at the government men running off into the night, catching our breaths from the close call and running in the mud. Arthur climbs down off the gatling gun and stares at me as he rests against the wagon. We gather around Dutch and wait for instructions. Arthur grabs me by the back of my head, running his finger through my h/l h/c hair, giving it a small tug as he pulls me into his shoulder. I look at his face to see where we stand from our conversation from earlier.

I get no read off his face before he plants a kiss to my forehead his beard scratching my face in the process. I lift my arms to hug him and he does the same. I feel as if this means that we will figure it out together.

Arthur: "What do we do, Dutch?"

Dutch: " Clearly, we need to leave." He approaches as he stares off into the distance his clothes disheveled and even his own beard a bit over grown.

Dutch: "It'll take them some time to regroup." He says before turning to Pearson and Grimshaw and instructs them to start packing up, then to Javier and Bill to go finish off any government men that could be lurking around.

Arthur: "What now, Dutch?" Arthur pulls away from our hug, Dutch sighs as he leans over the wagon.

Dutch: "I just- I need some time. Now, we can't go east because then we'll be in the ocean, so we're gonna have to go north I guess?" He slams his hand down on the wagon in frustration.

Dutch: "I just need someone to buy me some god damn time. 1 of you."

Micah: "You'll figure it out, boss. You always do." As much as I hate Micah, those words probably helped a lot or at least alleviated some stress from Dutch.

Abigail: "What are you gonna do about John. Dutch?" Abigail peaks out.

Dutch: "John?"

Abigail: "He's in jail." She puts a fist on her hip. Dutch clearly frustrated and exhausted, but trying to remain calm.

Dutch: "We-we'-We'll get him. Abigail- just not yet."

Abigail: "There's talk of hangin him."

Dutch: It'll never come to that." With that he brushes past us and back to 1 of the houses with Micah on his trail. Abigail then turns to Arthur, Sadie and I.

Abigail: "Please, you 3. You have to get him or it'll break my-...Break the boy's heart."

Sadie: "We will." With that Abigail walks off, the rain begining to pour a bit harder.

Sadie: "Okay. I'm gonna go figure out how we rescue this bastard."

Arthur: "Now?"

Sadie and Y/n: "Yes, now." We say as we look at him.

Sadie: "Y/n did some digging and found out where he's at, meet me at Doyle's Tavern."

Arthur: "Okay." She takes her leave and leaves Arthur and I to ourselves.

Arthur: "You okay?"

Y/n: "From this, yes. From our talk earlier absolutely not. Where do we stand Arthur?" He sighs and kicks some of the mud with his boot.

Arthur: "I don't know. I'm hopin you fell and hit your head or this is some weird yet happy dream." I look down for a sec before looking back to him.

Y/n: "I know you think Dutch ain't the same no more. He killed a lady in Guarma and it's making you question your faith in the man that you once trusted." He stops and leans his back against the wagon.

Arthur: "I read Hosea's letter. If you are from the future er other place and whatnot. You seem to know more about us than we know ourselves." He pushes off and takes a step towards me.

Arthur: "I understand you couldn't save Hosea, but you saved Lenny and Sean and I thank you for that. From here on out, you tell me what I should do." He grabs my hands and gives them a tight squeeze.

Y/n: "I know you can't leave, I know how important they all are to you. So, we have to see it through and save as many of them as we can, even you." He nods, his eyes gazing sternly into mine.

Arthur: "I ride with you, Y/n." He drops my hands and grabs my face, our lips gently yet passionately connecting.

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Wet Dreams (CHAP. 21)

It's been a week and a half and it's been getting easier to move around again. Charles is constantly checking up on me and never letting me leave by myself. That and the fact of the shack that we are staying in is very small and uncomfortable I find myself volunteering for guard night more than the others. Just so I can have the shack mostly to myself during the day. Charles and Sadie have been doing a splendid job catering to everyone's safety, concerns and needs. We buried Hosea the day we moved here. I just wish Arthur was here. I find myself missing him each day, I never knew how long Arthur and the rest stay in Guarma. I think the others took notice of how my attitude changed. Not that I was snapping at anyone, I was just moping and because of everything going on my freedom was limited. I was miserable. The sun way past set, the chirping and screaming from the night insects fill the night air, along with the crackling of the fire and Pearson drinking and chopping meat for tomorrows meal.

Abigail: "Y/n." She calls out to me in the dark, cautiously looking around the camp.

Y/n: "Abigail." I say standing up.

Abigail: "Please, no need to get up for me."

Y/n: "You're always worth the attention." She seemed taken aback as a light pink dusts her face.

Abigail: "I..I. Thank you. I- I have a favor to ask."

Y/n: "What is it?"

Abigail: "John..I know you said he got arrested, but I want him back." She pleads, I nod.

Y/n: "Let me finish my shift tonight and get some sleep and I will look for him." A few tears slip form her eyes as she does a small jump in relief, leaping for a hug. She was happy she didn't have to beg as much as usual. I return the hug and grind my teeth, I think I pulled a stitch? I bear through it and smile as she leaves to the shack. I release that breath I didn't even realize I was holding. Setting the rifle down I plop down on the rock I was sitting and lift up my shirt. Warm blood began to ooze through the bandages and I cut them off to see I did indeed pull a stitch.

Y/n: "Fuck." I pant. My eyes begin to scan around the camp for any sign of the supplies, instead I see Charles approaching fast.

Charles: "Why are you being so stubborn?!" He shouts in a hushed tone. I scoff as he holds my previous bandages to my wound to contain the blood.

Y/n: "It wasn't intentional." He walks off to grab the medical equipment and shortly return with a needle, thread and a medical cure. Shortly yet so gently getting to work and scolding me in the process.

Y/n: "I need to go do something tomorrow." His eyes flick up to me before going back to threading the needle.

Y/n: "Alone."

Charles: "No."

Y/n: "Charles, please?"

Charles: "Why?"

Y/n: "Abigail wants me to locate John."

Charles: "Take me or Sadie." He suggests.

Y/n: "I really want the time to myself, this is a small camp, smaller than usual and I just want to take a stroll around town." I argue, He puts his hand on my shoulder and gently pushes me back to expose my wound more.

Charles: "Arthur would be devastated if anything happened to you."

Y/n: "Nothing will. I can take care of myself." I swallow thickly as he gets closer with the needle, trying to prepare for the poke.

Charles: "Take Sadie. Please." The needle pierces my flesh and I clench my teeth as I feel the string pull through.

Y/n: "Fine, yeah." I watch as his hands move so cautiously, so tenderly.

Y/n: "Thank you." He grunts. I place my hand on his.

Y/n: "I really mean it. You've been really pulling your weight and we are all grateful."

Charles: "It's what anyone would've done."

Y/n: "Maybe." I feel another prick and pull as he tightens the pierce and knots it. I can't help but to watch so graciously, ignoring the amount of discomfort and pain I was in. He pours the cure all into a cloth and gently pats the freshly stitched wound before beginning to wrap it again.

Y/n: "Why are you in love with me?" He pauses for a moment before tying the bandage in its place. He seemed a bit caught off guard.

Charles: "You are very straight forward."

Y/n: "Did you want me to beat around the bush?" I chuckle. Charles looks at me so sternly and deeply, it's my turn to be taken aback. He places his hand my cheek, his hand almost as big as my face his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. My gaze hardens as my face flushes. He begins to tower over me.

Charles: "Arthur is so lucky to have someone like you."

Y/n: "Charles?" He brings his face so close to mine, our lips only inches away. I can feel my face heat up and I'm more than sure he noticed. I pull my face out of his grasp and stand up, giving him a slight push off of me.

Y/n: "I'm sorry." I say picking the rifle back up, leaning it on my shoulder.

Charles: "For?"

Y/n: "I can't reciprocate those feelings for you. I feel as if I led you on?" He shakes his head.

Charles: "Don't be. Arthur deserves to be happy." My head snaps to him in surprise.

'I know he will be okay, but I miss him so much.'

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Arthur: "He's gone to far this time." He growled.

Y/n: "Arthur, let it go." I plead.

Y/n: "I don't want the confrontation."

Arthur: "Y/n, you have to be used to the confrontation. You have to stand your ground, woman."

Y/n: Enough!" I scoff and push him onto his cot.

'Micah was being a prick and cut buttons off my shirt.'

Arthur: "What are you?-" I begin to unbuckle his gun belt and undo his pants, kneeling between his legs.

Arthur: "Y/n!?" He shouts in a hushed tone. His cock springing up, hard and throbbing. A bit intimidating if I say so, my face becoming a deep red. My eyes flick between his throbbing cock and Arthur's nervous face. I lick my lips and smirk at him deviously as I grip his cock in my hand. Giving it a few strokes and blowing on his tip in order to tease him.

He tenses up a bit from the action his dick was getting, even twitching a bit. His breathing becoming even more uneasy as I plant kisses to his tip. I feel a warm liquid ooze from his tip against my lips.

Y/n: "Are you enjoying this Mr. Morgan?" I smile.

I lick all around the head getting the pre-cum off the head while licking around the pee slit and even putting the tip of my tongue in the pee slit, earning a choked gasp from him. It doesn't stop me. Removing my hand from the shaft of his dick, I place them on his thighs beside me, I decide to just use my mouth. I take his whole tip and a bit of his shaft into my mouth and add a little suction.

Arthur: "Y/n?.." He moans.

I swallow thickly and let my mind go blank to relax my gag reflex. Allowing myself to take him as deep into my throat without causing any gagging noises. Arthur soon buries his hand in my hair. Licking, sucking and rubbing my tongue along the shaft of him earning me muffled moans and faint breaths of air, I could see his balls tighten telling me he was close. Bobbing my head up and down, repeating all of my actions but faster. His hand forming a tight fist, grasping my hair he soon pulls me off with a loud pop as his cum sprays over the both of us. His grip not letting up causing a familiar warmth and wetness form between my legs. His eyes shooting to me.

Arthur: "The things you do to me, woman." He loosens his grip on my hair for just a second before shoving me into the cot face first.

Arthur: "I think it's your turn, darlin." When I try to push myself up, he just pushes my head back down and moves his hands to my hips, pulling my ass up to him.

Y/n: "Arthur!"

Arthur: "Shhh. Don't want the whole camp to hear you now." He says as he rolls my skirt up exposing my bare ass and arched back. He runs his calloused hands over my soft skin, groping my ass and hips.

Y/n: "Arthur~" He slides his middle finger against my outer lips, grazing the clit just a touch. He repeats this motion until I let out a soft whine and he chuckles.

That damn middle finger outright strokes my clit in slow circles, making my legs shake in anticipation. I nearly lost my footing when he slides into me with ease, those long fingers hitting and crooking against all the right spots. I bite my lip to hold back my moans.

'This feels so good.'

The head of his cock dig into my folds, again. He took it all the way, savoring the warm embrace. He pushed hard, grinding deep, against the bottom of my pussy.

I loved being filled by him, and it wasn't long before I was throwing my ass back to meet his thrusts, driving it as deep as I could. Earning a few sharp slaps to my ass which I was sure were leaving hand prints, but as long as they were his I didn't care. I buried my head into the pillows and blanket on the cot to muffle any noises I was making.

I soon began to shudder against him.. Stiffening and shaking, I moaned long and hard into the cot, one last time, before feeling that knot spray out of me and all over Arthur's clothes. I push myself back up and position myself on the edge of the cot as I look at Arthur with worry.

Y/n: "Was I too loud?"

Arthur: "Here's to hopin." I scoff and curl up on the cot as he changes his clothes.

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Sadie: "Y/n?" She calls out.

Y/n: "Hm?" I reply half-awake, sitting up from the hammock in the shed.

Sadie: "Charles said something about you needin to run to town?" I rub my eyes to wake up more.

Y/n: "Yeah, let's go figure out where John is." She nods her head as I gather my gear.

Sadie: "Either way, I just want a bath."

Y/n: "I hear you on that." We chuckle as we make our way to the horses.

Sadie: "You gonna be okay to ride with that wound?"

Y/n: "I think so?" As soon as I had 1 foot in the stirrup, before I could even push myself up and swing my leg over, Charles was right there, hands on my waist.

Charles: "Take it easy." He hoists me up with ease and tightens my gear on my horse. My face flushed from how close he was. His hand placement similar to Arthur's. I try my best to glare at Charles, but I find it hard to do so as memories of Arthur began to flood my mind.

Y/n: "Thank you." I nod to him, Sadie chuckles as she gives her horse a light nudge to trot off ahead. I smile as she does so, leaning down to Charles.

Y/n: "Watch it." I say before catching up with Sadie.

Sadie: "Do you have any idea where John would be?"

Y/n: "Siska."

Sadie: "The island? The state penitentiary?"

Y/n: "Yep."

Sadie: "Are you sure?"

Y/n: "Very much so, I'm sure there will be talk of hanging him because of the heist."

Sadie: "Of course, I just hope Dutch and them come back to us soon."

Y/n: "I have faith, but I do worry for them."

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Arriving in Saint Denis, Sadie and I ride around for a bit looking for a hotel with a bath we can both relax at for a bit and go over a plan for John. My eyes dart everywhere, my anxiety high. I try to take some calming breaths before pulling out a cigarette and taking a few deep puffs, Sadie does the same as we wander the streets. Soon coming to a hotel we flick our cigarettes, dismount and hitch our horses.

Y/n: "You can bath first, I really want to eat something."

Sadie: "Don't have to tell me twice." She snickers as she pushes open the saloon doors and all eyes fall on us. We scoff and scowl at the men who eyed us, some of the working girls gave us a few glares as we walked up to the bartender.

Y/n: "2 baths and a meal."

Bartender: "Sure, waters nice and hot for ya." I hand the man some money and Sadie is quick up the stairs, as the bartender slides a plate across the counter of steak and potatoes. I nod and pick up the plate and silverware and make my way to an empty seat by the door. Plopping down in the chair and setting the plate down, I begin to dig in. My ears twitch and my eyes flick up from my plate as I feel someone make there way to me.

'Wait...Eagle flies?'

He takes a seat across from me and slides me a bottle of whiskey.

Eagle Flies: "Thirsty?"

Y/n: "Sure." I drop my silverware on my plate and take the bottle, twisting it open.

Eagle Flies: "I saw you at the Mayor's party."

Y/n: "As did I."

Eagle Flies: "That man you danced with, where is he?"

Y/n: "Not here." He nods as he leans on the table.

Eagle Flies: "I need his help."

Y/n: "He's gonna want money." He scoffs.

Eagle Flies: "Of course, all white men do."

Y/n: "Look, He is a very hunted man, so hunted even the government is looking to shoot him down, he has a whole gang depending on him so that we can be fed and try and live a better life."

Eagle Flies: "Why can he not explain this himself."

Y/n: "Because he is not here."

Eagle Flies: "Are you his caretaker, he seems much older than you."

Y/n: "Not in the ways that matter." I chuckle as I take a swig of the whiskey, a warm rush running down my throat.

Eagle Flies: "Tell him to meet me outside of Cornwall, Kerosene and Tar, when he returns."

Y/n: "Shit. Yeah, just it might be a few weeks. Is that ok?" I ask.

Eagle Flies: "It will have to be." With that he takes his leave, and I rest my head in the palm of my hand.

'For fucks sake, please come back soon.' I sigh.

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Guilt (CHAP. 20)

Clearing the lawmen that tried to take Charles, Lenny and I down was easy. Sort of. My waist burned in agony as I tried my damnest to clench my thighs and core around my horse in order to ride. I honestly wanted to cry from the pain. I think a few tears slipped from the thought of how I acquired said wound. I'm just glad at the fact how hard it was raining and the sound of gunshots once in a while blending in with the thunder. Apart of me shed some tears over the fact of knowing what was going to happen to Arthur. At what they were going to be getting into, but I know that they will be fine. Just that they wont get a chance to mourn Hosea.

'Hosea. I wish I could've done more to save him, but at the same time it is what he wanted. To see Bessie.'

Karen: "Who's there?!" She shouts against the rain as she points a pistol and holds a lantern in our direction. I hunched over my horse's mane, 1 of my hands clenched over my wound, the blood pulsing through the torn shirt, my other loosely holding the reins.

Lenny: "It's us! Y/n needs help!" I hear the door slam open, and voices shout out.

Sadie: "Where are the rest of you!?" I notice Charles and Lenny begin to dismount, Charles heavy footsteps slugging his way in the mud towards me.

Charles: "You need a doctor." He says as he gently tries to help me down the horse. I can feel my skin slowly begin to risen in temperature.

Y/n: "We really can't afford to be that stupid." I mutter, the rainstorm not letting up, Charles wraps 1 of my arms around his neck keeping a firm grip on my arm and his other on my hip as he walks as gently but quickly as he can to place me inside Shady Belle. I take a few glances up and see everyone rushing to load there things up to leave.

Y/n: "Charles..."

Charles: "What's wrong?"

Y/n: "We have nowhere to go."

Charles: "I'll worry about that, you just relax and worry about healing." He sets me on a crate against the side of the stairs and calls for Swanson and Abigail.

Charles: "Please, she needs her wound looked at and I need to clear somewhere out for us to move."

Swanson: "She will be well looked after and healed if the Lord wills it." Charles pats his shoulder and walks off calling for Sadie and Sean. I try my best to sit up only to gently be pushed back by Abigail.

Abigail: "Let us help you this time..Please?" She places her hand on my cheek wiping away some sweat. I feel my eyes get heavier as I relax under her touch. I feel myself come in and out of consciousness. I see Swanson leave and come back with his own poison and Abigail unwrap the cloth that was holding most of my blood inside, but failed immensely. Swanson takes my arm and wraps a tourniquet around my upper arm so he can find me vein. Giving my arm a few sharp slaps, it makes me chuckle.

Abigail: "What's so funny?" She smirks looking at me, her hands working magic as she wipes my wound clean.

Y/n: "Swanson bein a good man. Not shittin himself but using his miracle drug to give me a painless recovery. Just a sight to see." I smile weakly as I feel a sharp prick enter my arm. I look over to Swanson, who seemed to have a bit of joy being behind the needle.

Swanson: "I have found God again, and I'm gonna continue to get better."

Y/n: "If religion is your reason, that's fine. Just good to see you be functional." I soon find myself with my eyes refusing to open and my consciousness be taken from me.

My sweat beading along my forehead as I try to scrub week old blood off of Javier's shirt. My frustration from him waiting so long to give it to me building up as I try to scrub it out. Karen swiggin a bottle as she sits on a stump talking about how dumb Sean is and chuckling from time to time at my 'futile efforts' to get this shirt clean.

Y/n: "Who goes killin in a white shirt? Like seriously what the fuck!"

Karen: "Seems like you bein in a tissy, certainly grabs a set of eyes." She nods to the side of us, I throw the shirt in the wash bucket and give up before snapping my head towards who she was talking about.

'Charles.'

Y/n: "I know. I just feel bad."

Karen: "Why's that?" Our heads perk up the the sound of a horses steps entering camp. To see Arthur lulling his head back and forth.

Y/n: "For fucks sake he's drunk." I scoff as we watch him sluggishly dismount off his horse. I roll my eyes and Karen turns back to me.

Y/n: "I don't exactly feel the same way about him."

Karen: "Ahh, you have your heart set on a different mountain man." She begins to hiccup and my face begins to warm up. Not even paying attention to Arthur making his way over to us.

Y/n: "Possibly. I just don't know how to tell him that without ruining our relationship. I like where we are and I don't want it to be awkward? Ya know?" I say as I unbutton a few buttons down my shirt and plop beside her.

Arthur: "You don't want what to be awkward?" Arthur presents himself with a whiskey bottle in hand, slurred speech, eyes a bit red and a drunk stance. We both turn our heads to him in surprise.

Y/n: "My love, you're drunk. Why don't I take you to your tent and we can lay down?" I offer standing up.

Arthur looks at me almost threateningly.

Arthur: "No, I want you to tell me what you meant." I try and snatch the bottle from his hand but he only holds it above him.

Y/n: "Come on, Arthur. Don't be like this." I try to reason as I jump around trying to snatch the bottle.

Arthur: "Some lady you are." He mutters only enough for us to hear. I stop going for the bottle and look at him with an annoyed look.

Y/n: "What are you on about?" I say putting my hands on my hips.

Arthur: "You flaunt yourself for everyone in camp, and expect me to believe you actually like me?" My heart drops.

Y/n: "Arthur, you are very drunk and confus-"

Arthur: "I know what I heard and I know your type. I'm only good for your disposal." My eyes widen in disbelief as he chugs the rest of the bottle and throws it on the ground shattering it at out feet. Karen takes a swig of her own bottle and tip toes out of our scene. I sigh looking down before raising my hand to strike him, only to be met with his own grip on my wrist. He smirks before trying to tower over me.

I smirk to him myself before throwing my whole forehead into his own. He releases his grip and brings his own hand to his head.

Y/n: "Why do you feel the need to air out our personal affairs out here. You drunk bastard!" Arthur groans a bit before he stumbles a bit backwards. I walk towards him and grip his arm and begin to guide him to his tent. Earning a few chuckles and eyes from camp, I try to breeze by as quickly as possible.

Abigail: "I need to take some lessons from her." I hear her say leaning over to Tilly, who grumbles in agreeance.

I sit Arthur down on his cot and shut the tent flap. I see a pail of water I brought in earlier in the day to wash my face and pick it up.

Arthur: "You head butted me woman!" I throw the pail of water at him before kicking the pail behind me. He gives a small scream from the shock.

Y/n: "If you're gonna eavesdrop on a conversation, at least have the decency to get all of the information." Arthur wipes the water from his face and sits up to face me.

Arthur: "What?"

Y/n: "We were talking about Charles." I whisper taking a seat next to him.

Y/n: "He's very sweet, and I could see the possible attraction but I have my eyes on you." I say bumping his shoulder. Arthur sighs.

Y/n: "Why are you so grumpy? They don't deserve to have your anger and frustration taken out on them." I say looking at him.

Arthur: "I...I just feel so much pressure and I worry if I'm doin the right thing." He confides.

Y/n: "You're an outlaw. The world may have dealt you a bad hand but maybe there's something lookin out for your well-being."

Arthur: "It sure don't feel like it."

Y/n: "That's the harsh reality of the world." I chuckle.

Y/n: "I understand it can be stressful, especially with the law on our ass but still needing to make money so everyone can eat, but that doesn't mean they aren't trying. You will get your happy ending at some point. Just try and take it easy with everyone else, because your not helping with this act and harassing everyone."

Arthur: "Yeah. I see what you're saying." He nods his head before hanging it low. I scoot off the bed and kneel in front of him, gently placing my hand underneath his chin I raise it level to mine.

Y/n: "You're a good man, Arthur. I know right now it might not seem like it but I see the things you do for us. I appreciate you." I smile before bringing my lips to meet his. His beard scratching my face. He pulls me into his lap, deepening the kiss as his tongue enter's mine.

I think this was 1 of our more intimate moments and not intimate sex wise but just heart to heart.

Y/n: "Arthur?" I moan out and groggily open my eyes. I can feel the suns heat beam down on me. I notice my head on something squishy, I open my eyes cautiously and notice long brown hair. I reach up to touch it.

'Soft.'

Y/n: "Charles?"

Charles: "Y/n. How are you feeling?"

Y/n: "Loopy and still tired." He tilts his head and begging to rub my head, as the wagon wobbles from side to side from the bumpy road.

Y/n: "How long have I been out?"

Charles: "Just a few hours."

Y/n: "Where are we going?" I try and sit up only to be laid back down into Charles' lap.

Charles: "A new camp." I nod as I stop fighting and just relax.

Charles: "You were talking about Arthur a lot."

Y/n: "I had a dream about him..Kinda. Just an old memory I suppose." I turn my head to the horse riding behind us.

'Lenny.'

Y/n: "How ya doin, Lenny?" I ask trying to sound chipper. He looked frightened more so than usual.

Lenny: "I-I'm fine." He says glancing at me and then back to his horse.

Y/n: "why do you avoid my gaze?"

Lenny: "I don't know."

Y/n: "What's wrong?"

Lenny: "Hosea's dead, you almost died because of me. And now we don't know if the rest of them will ever make it back. If only I would've listened and paid attention you wouldn't be hurt." He vents.

Y/n: "You feel guilty?" I ask.

Y/n: "Let it go, I gladly would've taken a bullet for any 1 of you if it meant you could live longer. They will make it back to us, they always do. Hosea...He's in a better place...With Bessie. I just know he's calling us all idiots from above."

Y/n: "We will recover." I sternly look at him. He swallows thickly and wiped the few tears he shed before tightening his grip on the reins.

Lenny: "Thank you, Y/n."

'I'm more thankful to see you alive.'

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I Just Wanted To Kiss You. (Filler Chap.

Have y'all been seeing the internet goin WILD for Ghost? Listen, I am so glad people are writing smut and making simp edits for that man. I have been waiting since 09 for this and I AM THRIVING! THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR WORK I AM LOVING IT!

Back in Rhodes the campfire slowly crackling as Pearson cuts vegetables for tonight's stew. I only pray it doesn't taste as horrible as previous nights. The sun beaming through the leafy trees somewhat, somewhat because the only thing you could really feel from the sun was the heat. Arthur, Dutch and Hosea went out fishing, leaving everyone else to there own accord. Karen was doing some sewing for Javier's shirt that got a bullet hole, Tilly was scrubbing, Mary Beth was helping Kieran with the horses, Abigail and Jack were feeding the chickens and I was sat at a table cleaning everyone's guns. I started offering to clean their guns if they didn't want to or were too tired. I figured I would offer an extra hand, we were all just keeping busy and it felt relaxing.

Karen: "If I prick my finger again, I swear I'll just throw this on the fire."

Tilly: "I'm happy to swap later if you want."

Karen: "I'm sure Grimshaw would have a problem with that."

Y/n: "I'm almost done, I can come over and help. Gimme a few minutes." I say dragging the cloth down the barrel to Javier's repeater who was strumming his guitar sitting next to me when Grimshaw approaches me. I look up to her scornful face.

'She seems in a mood today.' I offer her a small smile.

Grimshaw: "I got something else I want you to do." I set down the gun and the cloth as she grabs my wrist and pulls me aside, not too private since Charles was working on the medical wagon wheel.

Y/n: "Whats up?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

Grimshaw: "I think you should try workin." She whispers the last bit quietly.

Y/n: "What do you mean? Is there somethin I'm not doing? I've been working with Dutch and Arthur and putting more than my share into this camp." I argue crossing my arms.

Grimshaw: "No, I mean you should go to the saloon and try workin."

Y/n: "What do you mean workin at the saloon? I don't know anything about makin drinks?"

Grimshaw: "I mean a job seducing men." She blurts out, catching me off guard, My eyes widen and I could swear bulge out of there sockets and Charles stopped hammering.

Y/n: "What did you just say to me?" I snap my eyes meeting her stern gaze.

Grimshaw: "We all have to contribute something in order to eat."

Y/n: "And that's fine, but I've done more than my share to earn my place here and then some." I raise my voice, raising a few heads from the women and I could feel my heart race with anger.

Grimshaw: "Then maybe I'll speak to Dutch." She retorts

Y/n: "Speak to whoever the fuck you please, but I will not do that." That's when faint laughter can be heard coming up the lake.

Grimshaw: "Oh, you're all lazy." She comments before turning on her heel and heading towards the plank. My eyes widen and I scoff, before she can get farther than an arms length I grab her shoulder and yank her towards me and send my fist straight into her nose. A loud crunch emitting from this and everyone rushing towards us as Grimshaw lands on her ass holding her nose. Karen started laughing and Charles came towards me as I towered over her and began pushing me away and Bill and Micah came to Grimshaws aid.

Y/n: "You got some fucking audacity to say that to my face." I say pointing threateningly at her as Charles grips my shoulders and gently pulling me away.

Micah: "You need to calm down." He says almost mockingly, I don't even give it a second thought before I lunge out of Charles grasp and throw my fist in his face as well, he stumbles back a bit before trying to storm after me. Charles rushes up before he can even touch me, he grabs him by his waist and slams him into the ground causing dirt to fly up.

Bill: "Whats gotten into all of you!?" He shouts holding a cloth to Grimshaws bleeding nose.

Y/n: "Us?" I narrow my eyes and glare at him.

Bill: "Yes, you!" He puffs out his chest as he steps closer to me, I step up to him as well but that's when Javier steps between us.

Javier: "Lets take a breather here and everyone calm down." Our heads turn as we hear faint laughter and a boat pull to shore. Javier ghosts his hand on the small of my back and guides me away making small talk to calm me down as everyone begins to walk away as does everyone else before I hear Bill mutter something.

Hosea: "We have fish!" His voice giddy with excitement, oblivious to the current tension in the camp. Dutch says something to Arthur before parting ways, Arthur walks up with a small smile on his face glancing at me before heading over to Pearson's wagon carrying some fish.

Bill: "You're lucky your owners here." He spits venomously before tending back to Grimshaw. Javier pinches my side before I give him anymore of my attention and cause a bigger scene.

Javier: "Look at how happy Dutch and them look. Lets not real them into this mess as well, si?" He asks not really hinting for any opposition to his statement.

'Hes right..' I think as I glance over at Hosea and Arthur turning in some fish and Dutch talking with Molly. Javier gives my waist a small squeeze and a quick peck to my hand before running off somewhere around camp.

Arthur: "Y/n!" I hear him call out, I snap my head towards his direction as he approaches. My eyes widening at the sight of his new black eye and busted lip.

Arthur: "What?" He looked up at me through his hat, a sour look on his face.

Y/n: "Don't what me, what's wrong with your face?" I say as I grip his chin with my index and thumb leaning down inspecting his black eye and busted lip.

Y/n: "Did you get into a fight with a fish?" I chuckle. Arthur pulls his face out of my grasp.

Arthur: "Not necessarily." He grumbles kicking the dirt around his feet.

Y/n: "Why don't I come take care of it?" I suggest with a smile this time catching his gaze.

Arthur: "If you want." He mopes and I scoff as I make my way to the medicine wagon, him following loosely behind me. Grabbing a health cure and a rag I turn to Arthur who seemed to be upset.

Y/n: "Whats wrong, You're usually more talkative with me than this" I tilt my head looking up at him. He sighs as his hands grip his gun belt.

Arthur: "I guess I'm just not in a talkin mood." He snaps, I set the cure and rag down on the wagon ledge and take a few steps towards him.

Y/n: "Arthur, I have had a very bad altercation before you came back and I am not in the mood for the mind games." With those last few words, I backed him into a crate, stopping a bit before. I could tell my small outburst caught him off guard but before he could retort and intimidate me, I give him a small push against his chest catching him off balance as he plops down on the crate by the wagon. To my own surprise instead of him yelling at me or getting up and walking off. He laughs as I turn around with rag and health cure in hand. Dampening the rag slightly with the liquid, Arthur takes off his hat and angles his head up at me his eyes flicking back and forth between my own.

Arthur: "Would this altercation have anything to do with Ms. Grimshaw and Bill tending to her broken nose?" He nods his head to there direction.

Y/n: "She wanted me to go be a working girl at the saloon so I could contribute more, because I guess what I do isn't enough." I say gripping his chin rather roughly causing him to wince a bit.

Y/n: "Sorry, I would rather change Swanson's filthy sleep clothes before I would ever do that." I gently dab his lip

Arthur: "You want me to go talk to her?"

Y/n: "No. Its bad enough people think were together." With that I pull away and toss the rag in the wagon as I lean against it taking a deep breath. I hear Arthur stand up with a sigh.

Arthur: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to give the wrong impression since your with Javier." My eyes widen as I look up to Arthur and meet his sad eyes, I couldn't contain the laughter that erupted from my throat. I double over holding my stomach.

Y/n: "Mr. Morgan, where would you ever get an idea like that?" I ask trying to stifle my laughter.

Arthur: "Its only obvious from the way he touches you."

Y/n: "I'm sure he fancies me, but the feeling isn't mutual." Arthur seemed to have a look of relief when that sentence left my mouth.

Y/n: "You seem relieved by that."

Arthur: "Maybe." I chuckle and he gives me a half cocked smile.

Into the evening and the setting of the sun Arthur kept me company. It felt nice to have the silly thought of Arthur being jealous. Just to have someone want me all to themselves...To have someone want me, I suppose. The thick soupy air that smelled like fish and sweat had a different scent. It was gonna rain, sitting on a rock with a beautiful overview of the lake taking drags from a cigarette I find myself lost in my own thoughts. Arthur scribbling in his journal leaned against a tree. The rest of the gang talking amongst themselves or off to there own accord.

Y/n: "I die to know whats in that journal."

'I wonder if he put me in it.'

Arthur: "Then die you shall, Miss L/n." I hear him chuckle as snaps his journal shut, thunder rumbling through the cloudy sky.

Arthur: "We should get you to your tent. We wouldn't want you to get all wet and sick."

Y/n: "Can I kiss you?"

Arthur: "What?" His eyes wide with shock as he looks around to see if anyone heard me even second guessing himself.

Y/n: "Can I kiss you?" I ask again sucking my bottom lip between my teeth and gently chewing the flesh. Thunder breaking some of the tension and my embarrassment.

Arthur: "What would possess you to wanna do a thing like that?"

Y/n: "Do you not want me too?" Arthur sighs before replying

Arthur: "I didn't say that. I just...think we could go back to my tent. I don't want you worried about what other people think."

Y/n: "But I wanna do it right here. If it'll make you feel better about Javier touching me, and so Grimshaw doesn't ask me to be a tavern whore."

Arthur: "I..?" His gaze jumping around camp to see if anyone was looking.

Arthur: "Why do you wanna do this now, woman?"

Y/n: "I just want to kiss you." Griping my chin with his thumb and index he pulls my face close to his, taking his hat off his head he holds the brim of it beside our faces blocking a nosey Karen from watching us mutually connect our lips.

Y/n: "Was that so hard, Arthur?" I smile into the kiss as I place my hand over his that's gripping the hat and slowly lowering it as I lean into him again for another kiss.

Dutch: "Bout time, Arthur!" We break away for a bit so Arthur can scowl at him.

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okay but how about Arthur trying to hide a smile after you give him a peck on the cheek all of a suddden and he doesn't want you to notice that he's blushing

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From the Rooftops. (CHAP. 19)

My mind racing, gripping the reins and squeezing my thighs, bracing myself for how fast my horse runs. The sound of leaves and twigs crunching as my appaloosa hooves thud with each step. Wind blowing through my hair.

'I won't be able to save you, and I am sorry but I can still save everyone else.' My eyes begin to brim with tears.

'This is some bullshit.' I think to myself.

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Riding into Saint Denis, I take a small detour and make it to a gun shop.

'I need a rifle. I'm going to be covering from the rooftops, so I need to play this smart and cover them as much as I can.'

Store Owner: "What can I help you with, Miss?"

Y/n: "I need a rolling block rifle." I say sweetly, the man gives a questioning look but quickly replaces it with a grin as he turns and grabs 1 off the shelf.

Store Owner: "Have any idea how to use it?"

Y/n: "No, do you mind showing me real quick?" He nods and shows me how to hold, aim and reload.

Giving him the cash and leaving with some bullets, he hands me the gun and I take my leave, as soon as I walk out the door I hear a loud explosion.

Y/n: "I gotta move fast." I shoulder the weapon and mount my horse. Giving my horse the signal to gallop off with a small nudge. Weaving between people and shouting at them to disperse, I don't slow down. Once I reach the street for the Lemoyne National Bank, I dismount and begin to holster both of my pistols, strapping my Lancaster Repeater to me and shouldering my Rolling Block. I swallow thickly as I feel my blood pump and my heart race. I try to take deep breaths and shake the anxiety from my hands as I scan the streets which are miraculously empty. Giving my horse a few pats and some sweet words, I give it a slap to the ass and shoo it out of the vicinity.

Rounding the back of the buildings on the side of the bank, I look for a ladder either to the bank or next to it. Finding a ladder to the building complex next to the bank I do another scan before climbing up. My ears perk up as I hear the commotion from the bank. Sounds like Dutch separated everyone from the Bank Manager. 1 foot after the other I continue to climb up, my anxiety through the roof as my stomach does flips, the weight of the weapons feel as if they are boulders to me. I swallow hard all the saliva that began to pool in my mouth. Reaching the top I throw my guns on the ground before I hop over. My eyes tearing up as everything I had in my stomach rushes from my mouth, crouching in a corner to try and keep it contained I begin to silently cry.

'Why Hosea? Why cant I save them all? Why is this so hard?' I think to myself as my breathing becomes so raspy and uneven. I try to think of so many ways I could try, but as my memory serves me from playing this scene so many times..I know that it isnt just Milton, its Milton and his men and the law of Saint Denis. Once I come to the harsh realization, I suck on my teeth and gather all the saliva in my mouth. Giving it 1 last spit before pushing myself up. I holster my pistols and shoulder my repeater.

'I can't save you Hosea, but I will keep your promise and I will make them pay.' I tie/slick(push) my hair in a ponytail/out of my face and pick up the Rolling Block Rifle, I move into position where I know I'll have good sight of Milton and his men. Arranging the bullets and loading the rifle, I hear footsteps gather in front of the building. I crouch down, but make sure I can still see Hosea.

Milton: "Come out, it's over." I can hear some muffled talking and panic in the bank from the gang.

Milton: "Dutch, get out here!" He shouts as he pushes Hosea out from behind a wagon with no horse, with his gun pointed at his head.

Milton: "Get. OUT HERE NOW!" He shouts again but with each word he pushes the barrel of his gun at Hosea, who sheepishly had his hands up. I look around at all the men that surrounded them and the ones that lined the rooftops. I could feel my heart pound in my chest as I take some more deep breaths and watch the scene unfold below me. I look again. Hard and noticed that Hosea looked different. In the game, he looked scared but here. Below me he looked spooked but calm. As if he could have known I see him glance up towards me. My eyes narrow as he gives me a small smirk before giving his attention to the bank.

'Hosea...Does this mean he has peace? He accepts his fate?' For some reason, I don't feel sad in that moment, even though I know how this will end. I feel my sweaty shaky palms become cool as I grip the barrel of the rifle.

Dutch: "Mr. Milton...Let my friend go....Or folks are gonna get shot unnecessarily."

Milton: "Your friend? Ha! Why would I do that?"

Dutch: "Come on Milton."

Milton: "It's over. No more bargains, no more deals."

Dutch: "Mr. Milton, this is America, you can always cut a deal." My eyes narrow yet again I point the barrel of the rifle at 1 of the men across the roofs.

Milton: "I've given you enough chances." He pushes Hosea out of his grasp. Hosea stumbles a bit as he walks forward. My grip on the rifle got tighter, as my eyes focused on Hosea. He once again glanced at me with a relieved look before turning to face Milton...Who then pulled the trigger. For once in my entire time in this universe, the gun shot rang loud and then Hosea dropped to the ground.

Arthur: "God Dammit!"

Dutch: "No!"

Milton: "There's your deal, Dutch." He says smugly. My adrenaline begins to flood and I change the target in my cross-hairs on my rifle.

Y/n: "Milton!" I shout. I aim for his bald head.

Y/n: "Here's my counter offer!" I shout as I choke the trigger with my index finger, sadly Milton moved out of the way, but the bullet grazed the side of his face. I hear him scream in agony as he holds the side of his face and runs to cover.

Dutch: "God Dammit! Kill those bastards!" I hear glass shatter from the bank and shooting break out from below.

Dutch: "Y/n! Is that you!?" He shouts. I aim for the men across the rooftops and begin shooting and reloading left and right.

Y/n: "Yes! I'm covering from the top! I don't know how long I can hold this spot so hurry up and start looking for an escape!" I shout back.

John: "We'll try!"

Arthur: "Kill all those sons of bitches!" My nose fills with the smell of synged flesh and gun smoke, between bodies dropping and bullet casings. I hear the men argue as they try and figure something out below.

Y/n: "Dutch!"

Dutch: "What!"

Y/n: "I need you to blow a hole in the side of the building! I can draw there attention to help you get up here!"

Dutch: "You beautiful sweet girl!" He soon calls for Arthur. Sadly my gun jams as I try to reload, then I hear footsteps approach.

Y/n: "Fuck!" I shout to myself.

Arthur/Charles: "Y/n!"

Y/n: "I'm fine!" I shout through gritted teeth as I run over to the ladder, taking the butt of my gun I hit the Agent in the head repeatedly, blood pooling from his face as he finally lets go. The man below him was a bit smarter and had his pistol ready, I throw the rifle at him and he shields his face, as I try to pull out my pistol I feel someone grab me from behind and wraps 1 arm around my neck as the other 1 grabs my arm holding my gun, he twists it causing me to drop it. I put my hands on the man's arms to try and loosen his grip on me. The man on the ladder soon climbs up, he rushes towards us and raises his hand with the butt of his pistol showing. My eyes widen in fear of not wanting to get hit. The adrenaline rushing through me and I tighten my grip on the man holding me and grind my feet into the ground and spin on the ball of my foot, causing me and the man to spin. The man that climbed up the ladder hit the man holding me with full force causing his grip on me to be released, I waste no time and pull out my other holstered pistol, aiming in there direction I squeeze the trigger, pulling the hammer back quickly with my thumb and squeezing again with my index I fire again between the both of them. They drop and I hear a loud explosion and the roof rumble beneath my feet.

'Arthur must've blown the wall.' I quickly move to grab my pistol I dropped and holster it as well as my other and pull out my repeater.

Arthur: "I'm coming Y/n!" I take cover again and begin shooting the men regrouping across the way. I glance at the roof next to the bank as I see Arthur run to cover.

Arthur: "You're gonna have to jump over here!" I duck down and look towards him. Seeing no other alternative I nod and shoulder my repeater. Arthur stands from cover and begins to shoot them left and right. I soon see Javier and Charles climb up on the roof.

'I know if I slip, they will catch me.' I think to myself as I feel that fear creep up on me yet again. Arthur ducks behind a wooden sign as he looks at me.

Arthur: "You can do it, girl!" With those words, my mind goes blank and my legs move on there own. They move fast as they carry me from my cover to the edge of the roof. My hands grip the siding of the roof and my feet swing over and hop on the ledge, balancing myself I soon push off and Javier and Charles rush to the side where I was jumping and hold out there hands. I stretch my arms out as my body glides through the air. I soon feel 2 strong hands grip onto mine, my body slams against the building and a breath I didn't know I was holding is released. They begin to pull me up, my feet digging into the side of the building as I climb up. Once my upper half is over the ledge, they let go of my hands and grab my thighs. My eyes widen in shock and my face turns red.

'Not the time nor the place, Y/n.' I'm soon snapped out of it as my body thuds on the roof. Adjusting myself back on my feet, Micah, Lenny and Dutch are climbing up.

Dutch: "Arthur...We lost John." Arthur rushes over to Dutch.

Arthur: "Killed?"

Dutch: "Arrested...I couldn't help." Arthur throws his hands up as some of us peer over the ledge to see the policeman scattering. Whistles blowing and hooves pounding as they shout to search the area.

Arthur: "Well, we better go, or we're next."

Dutch: "Whatcha think?"

Arthur: "I reckon, Lenny, Y/n and I try to find a way across the roof's if you'll cover us?" Arthur suggests.

Dutch: "Sure." Lenny and I stand and make our way behind Arthur.

'I have to be careful or Lenny will die too.'

Arthur: "You okay?"He asks me, adjusting the bag of money on his shoulder and grabbing my arm.

Y/n: "Yeah." I shake my head, he asks the same to Lenny before we all agree we are okay enough to proceed. Gripping the handle of my revolver, Lenny hops up the ledge connecting to the roof of another building, me hot on his tail and Arthur walking behind us, we wait until Arthur hops up the ledge.

Once he does Lenny takes off again.

Lenny: "We can get across here!" He shouts running without looking ahead, in that moment the door ahead swings wide open. Time feels as if it slows and I run as fast as my legs can muster.

Arthur: "Lenny! Y/n!" Tackling Lenny as hard as I can, I use my body as a shield as I squeeze him as hard as I can, bracing for any bullet that may hit, we hit the ground. I hear 2 guns fire from behind and in front of us.

Then, I hear 2 bodies drop. I hear Arthur rush towards us and kneel down to our level.

Lenny: "You okay, Y/n!?" I peak my head up in shock as tears begin to well in my eyes, I let go of Lenny so he can stand up, that's when the rest of the gang come behind us.

Dutch: "We gotta go!" He says stopping for a brief moment and continuing on. I go to push myself off the ground only to be met with a stinging sensation on my left side, my breath hitches and Arthur must've noticed as he was taking off his jacket and ripping it before tying it around my waist.

Arthur: "Come on, girl. You got this." He hoists me up by grabbing my arm and putting it around his shoulder, Charles came to my other side and did the same as well. They were practically carrying me as I winced and panted in pain. We reach the end of the roof, Micah, Dutch, Lenny, Javier, and Bill were on the other side.

Charles: "Were gonna have to jump." He says, letting go of the half of me he was holding onto he takes the jump. I pull my arm off of Arthur and lean against the side trying to calm down and limit my breathing.

Arthur: "We gotta go."

Y/n: "I know, you go first...and catch me.." I breathe as he gives me an annoyed look.

Y/n: "Don't start with me, Arthur. Just go." I plead and he takes his leap, with that I push off the side and swallow thickly before it's my turn. Arthur and Charles on the other side with there arms stretched out just in case I don't stretch out far enough.

'Thank you.'

With a small smirk, I take a leap and stretch as far as I need to, powering through the pain, there hands grip mine and pull me into them. Wrapping my arms around them we all crouch.

Dutch: "You doin okay, Y/n?"

Y/n: "Never better...Dutch.." I pant.

Dutch: "You're in good hands. All of you we gotta keep quiet and keep moving or we'll all be dead in the next few minutes."

Dutch: "Keep, low and follow me, 1 at a time. Arthur you go behind me." I could see Arthur's glare and his displeasure from the order he was given. I take my arm back from both him and Charles.

'This is gonna hurt, but I can't be the reason we all get killed.'

Arthur and Charles give me questioning looks.

Y/n: "I'll be fine, we need to play this smart. Now go." With that Arthur places a quick kiss to my temple and takes off after Dutch, and slowly the rest follow. Charles was right behind me, giving me boosts where it was needed and practically dragging me. Beads of sweat were coming down my face and I could feel the blood ooze from my body the more I moved. I was becoming weak...

We finally come across the abandoned building with the boarded windows. My throat was dry and I felt like I couldn't get enough air in my lungs, I could feel the sweat drip from my face as we approached, I could feel the adrenaline completely dissipate and nothing but dread fill me. Climbing through weakly Arthur and Charles maneuvered me through as gently as they could. I Plopped myself on the ground and undid the knot Arthur did on my wound. Arthur, Charles and Javier were by my side. I toned what speech Dutch said out as my ears were filled with my own thoughts and how I was gonna clean this.

Y/n: "Anyone have whiskey or a tonic...Perhaps both." I chuckle. Micah hands me a bottle of whiskey but not before taking a swig himself, I nod to him as I take it graciously, I unbutton the shirt I was wearing and hand it to Arthur.

Y/n: "Cut it into strips, love." Charles takes off his coat and places it at his side as Javier pulls out a tonic and takes a piece of his own shirt and drenching it in the tonic. I take it from him and place it gently on the wound. The stinging sensation from it sterilizing the wound, makes tears fall from my eyes as I try to look at anything else but them right now. I take deep breaths and Javier pets my hair and tells me 'I'm doing great.' Those words mean so much right now, Charles places his hands over mine and gently removes the rag to look at the wound.

Charles: "It did take a nice chunk, but if we can keep the wound sterile until we get back to camp to cauterize it you should be fine."

'Thank god, because I didn't want to take a trip to Guarma.' I chuckle to myself.

Charles pulls out a salve as Arthur has the strips in hand. He doesn't look at me. In fact his face looks rough and stern and his eyes red.

'Please don't think this is your fault.' Charles places the ointment on my wound and it soon begins to feel numb. I take another swig of the whiskey Micah gave me as Arthur wraps the cloth around the wound. For the first time today it feels like I can breathe. Arthur sits beside me and rests his head against the wall with a deep sigh. I place my hand on his to grab his attention which works. I give him a smile.

Y/n: "We'll be okay."

Arthur: "I sure hope so." He gives my hand a squeeze as he gives me a half smile, I lean my head against his shoulder and slowly doze off.

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Nightfall comes to disturb my slumber as Arthur nudges me awake. Glancing around I see everyone is lining up and gathering there things to leave. Arthur stands once he sees that I am up and offers his hand. I take it and as I stand with ease I take a sigh of relief. He gives me a questioning look before I wave him off telling him I'm okay.

We all creep down the stairs of the abandoned building following Dutch's lead. All of us on guard as we crouch and scatter through the streets towards the docks. We take cover behind the train as we notice Pinkerton's patrolling about. Slowly 1 at a time we all make out way onto the train, Charles behind me, must be afraid of me falling or something.

Dutch: "Someone's coming, duck!" He whisper shouts, I was barely paying attention and almost lost my footing , I turn on my other foot and place my back behind the seat but before I cause too much noise, Charles grabs my thigh and pushes me tighter against the seat. I hold my breath as I hear the man approach the train's walkway. My face flushes a hot red from Charles' face being so close to mine, he slowly leans in. I turn my head away and he rests his on my shoulder.

Once we hear that the coast is clear he gently and slowly puts my leg back down before continuing through the train.

We soon find ourselves crouched behind a building waiting for clearance.

Dutch: "Arthur, head over to the water. See if you can draw them out."

Arthur: "What am I supposed to do?"

Dutch: "Whistle of something." I lightly giggle from there small interaction. Arthur soon walks down to the boats and causes a small distraction to get the guards attention to wander over there. We all stay crouched and weave around the guards as quietly as possible. Successful in our attempt we make it to the side of the dock where there's a boat, but 4 men guarding it. Crouched down but peaking over to look at the situation for some sort of plan. I creep up beside Arthur as they bicker about a plan.

Y/n: "I don't know about you but I'm no fan of boat rides. So, how about Charles, Lenny and I get there attention so you guys can board the boat."

Dutch: "How do you mean?"

Y/n: "Don't worry about it. Just get ready to run."With that, I can feel the adrenaline rush through my veins. I take Arthur's face in my hands which caught him by surprise, because his eyes were wide and his cheeks were a bright pink as my lips connected to his. He didn't even try to fight for dominance he just let me explore his wet cavern which tasted like whiskey and tobacco. I reveled and smiled into the kiss, I heard some of them snicker and a light whistle. Dutch soon clears his throat as quietly as he could. I soon pull away and stand up, adjusting Charles coat so that my cleavage would show, Charles and Lenny soon follow behind me.

Y/n: "On my signal, we run. Stay close and ride hard." I walk out in front of the men and bend my upper half over, shimmying my shoulders.

Y/n: "You men sure do look bored." 1 catcalls and the other 3 begin to approach, once close enough, I pull out my pistol and whistle for my horse as does Lenny and Charles. Giving the barrel a small spin, I shoot the men that were guarding the dock before they even suspected anything. I hear my horse's footsteps soon approach as does Lenny and Charles. We all mount up and kick off on our horses down the street. Thunder covering most of our gunshots, rain soon starts to pour as we all cover our blind spots and ride out of town.

'Please be careful.'

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