Van Der Linde Savior (Red Dead Redemption 2)

Travels

A few days had passed since the gang had found Celina, and one day had passed since John had been found up in the mountains after having been apparently attacked by a pack of wolves. He was fussed over for the night but his injuries luckily were not the fatal type, his leg catching the brunt of the damage.

Arthur and Charles had brought in a few good sized deer, just barely enough food to hold everyone over for the next couple days. Celina was getting tired as night rolled in on the third day, it was clearly obvious to her now that she was well and truly sent back to the year of 1899 and thrown into the hands of the gang.

Dutch was growing antsy to get out of their current location and get a move on as were everyone else. Except, unlike everyone else, Dutch wasn't willing to go back to Blackwater to get their money and unlike anyone else, Celina knew that that money would never be obtained to help the gang with their escape.

Was Dutch's decision to leave the money in Blackwater effected or even started by Micah? Celina was willing to bet on it, the weasel knew exactly how to get into Dutch's head and he did it well. It made Celina feel almost physically sick to think of the rat intentionally trying to lead Dutch to his downfall.

She wanted to say something to the gang, anything, even put a bullet in Micah there and then if she knew how to shoot and wouldn't be killed by the gang for it. She had to be careful though and tread lightly on such matters which Hosea had whole-heartedly agreed with her on. It would only be her luck to think she was helping and land the gang in worse trouble than they had originally gotten themselves into.

Celina hated theives and theft, but from the few days she had been around the gang, she realized that theives and theft after the wild west era was what she truly hated... 1899, was very different than 2018... theft, silly to say, was different in 2018 than 1899. Plus, she couldn't bring herself to hate the gang, not even knowing what they did for a living. They had been good to her and understanding over the last few days. Dare she say, they weren't terrible people... Except Micah of course.... and Bill, well, Bill was iffy.

She almost laughed out loud at the thoughts going through her head. The boys had hardly been with the rest of the gang since she arrived, having went and wiped out an O'Driscoll base, at Dutch's command, the day before and earlier today having robbed a train. Perhaps instead of going by the video game she loved to judge that they weren't terrible men, she should get to know the gang and deduce the character of the people she was surrounded by herself.

Celina put her horse brush back in the saddlebag of the horse that Arther let her have. The brown mare had been his before he found the paint upon rescuing Sadie Adler. Now, he claimed that she would get more use out of the horse than he. Pleasing to her, the tough-as-nails gunslinger had also promised to teach her how to shoot once getting settled into the new camp they were going to be leaving in pursuit of. She needed the training as he had said, with now living in the wild west and all.

"We've got some money in our pockets, it's time we move out." Dutch spoke from where he stood out at the wagons, continuing to bark orders at everyone as they prepared to leave. "Arthur, you're in that one, he pointed down the line of wagons, I know you and Hosea like to talk about what's gone wrong with good ol' Dutch."

Arthur shook his head went to the wagon he had been directed to, climbing in and observing quietly as Dutch turned to the new addition to the group, Celina. Their conversation could be heard clearly, "Miss Celina, would you do me the honor of riding with me?"

Celina's tongue darted across her lips, quickly moistening them, and then she raked her hand through her hair before nodding, "Yea, I'll ride with you."

Dutch dipped his head in acknowledgment, peased with the young woman's response.
After climbing into the wagon himself, he reached a hand out to her, offering help up into the wagon which she accepted. Arthur bit his bottom lip, feeling a bit nervous, what was it that his boss was trying to get from the girl by giving out that special treatment. Was it true attraction and flirtation? Arthur hoped so for the girls sake and that it wasn't just Dutch trying to pull any and all information he could from her in order to get answers he desired about the future- if this video game she claimed to play was as historically correct as it apparently claimed to be. Sure, his journal held a lot of detail regarding day to day things, it was the perfect method of getting things off his chest and clearing his mind, he loved it. But still, he was skeptical about how close game producers in 2018 stayed to the truth. Like the legendary animal thing? That was a whole lot of bull and even if it weren't, there would be no way Hosea at his age would be out trying to hunt them.