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[82] Arthur Morgan || Red Dead Redemption 2

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After a morning of playing dominoes with Tilly, you hadn't expected to be snatched off the edge of camp by a pair of O'Driscoll boys. You'd only been roaming, hoping to find some yarrow so you could make Arthur some more health tonics for his travels.

He'd gone out hunting for some skins yesterday afternoon and was presumably camping in the mountains above Valentine.

The two boys were much stronger than you and easily dragged you away before you had any chance of fending them off. They gagged you and threw you onto the back of one of their horses, racing off into the woods like a bat out of hell.

By the time you reached their camp, the taller of the two had smacked you upside the head three times, simply because you had the nerve to breathe in their presence.

You couldn't risk being killed- or rather, you really didn't want to die. All you could do was sit silently where they dumped you on the ground, still tied up. The rope was cutting into your skin, but you were too terrified to bring it up. Instead, you cried to yourself, silently begging your friends to find you.

With any luck, Mrs Grimshaw would be up in arms and rearing to go. She always had been protective of you and the other girls.

The only thing keeping you even remotely calm right now was the idea of Arthur being out there, maybe on his way back to camp, laden with skins as he'd predicted. Maybe, just maybe, Arthur would catch wind of your kidnapping from one of the others and he would come to your rescue.

You trusted him more than anyone else. Sure, you loved the gang, but Arthur was well and truly your rock. Even if you denied it a hundred times over when one of the girls pointed it out to you.

The two O'Driscoll boys were currently sitting by the campfire, passing a bottle of whisky between them as they cackled about how proud Colm would be they managed to snatch 'Arthur goddamn Morgan's woman'.

They were probably using you as bait to catch Arthur. And you weren't his woman- why did people still make that mistake? The only possible inclination of that was the way you followed him around, sitting with him while he doodled in his journal.

"Hey, hey-" The shorter O'Driscoll nudged his buddy as he knocked back a swig of whisky. "D'ya reckon Morgan'll show up? What if he brings that posse a' his?"

The taller of the two laughed, but it was cut short by the whistle of an arrow slicing through the air before it impaled itself in the side of his head. He dropped to the ground, dead as a doorstop.

Now on his own, the lone O'Driscoll scrambled to his feet to grab his gun. You turned away, knowing his fate. A gunshot rang out, but the boy only screeched in pain, rather than dying.

Glancing back to him, you spot Arthur and Charles strolling out of the darkness, Arthur clenching onto his Cattleman Revolver with a nasty look in his eyes.

"Charles, tie him up will you," Arthur ordered, and Charles got to tying up the O'Driscoll with haste. He then made his way over to you, a storm brewing inside him by the looks. He crouched beside you, bringing out his hunting knife and cutting you loose. "You're alright now, Y/N."

You stumbled as you stood with Arthurs help. The rope had cut into your skin and left raw wounds on your wrists and ankles. Ignoring the pain for the moment, you let him pull you into a hug, one of his hands gently guiding your head to rest against his chest.

"I thought you were still out hunting in the mountains," You whimpered, leaning into him fully. Since he was much larger than you, you felt extremely safe in his arms. Like nothing could ever hurt you ever again.

"I was. But Dutch sent for me the moment they found you missing, and I came straight back."

Leaning back from him, you gazed up at the outlaw through teary eyes. "You came all the way back just for me?"

Arthur wasn't known for his kindness or his caring nature. But you knew otherwise. He brought up one gloved hand, tucking some loose strands of hair behind your ear.

"Come hell or high-water sweetheart, ain't nothing stopping me from getting back to you."

You could hear Charles beating the O'Driscoll senseless for more information about why he'd kidnapped you. But you were too busy with Arthur to even notice.

"Now c'mon, Mrs Grimshaw is worried sick about you. Charles, get rid of that rat. I'll see you back at camp once you're done."

Charles nodded to him, kicking the O'Driscoll as hard as he possibly could, causing the boy to whine in pain. Arthur led you back to where his horse was hitched to a nearby tree, a hand on the small of your back in case you wobbled.

"You need a hand up, Y/N?" Arthur murmured, obviously noticing the way you moved carefully on your feet to avoid irritating the rope wounds.

Giving a soft nod, Arthur gently lifted you up by your waist so you could straddle the back of his horse. Once he'd climbed up, you leaned into his back and his horse was off like a bullet.

What you'd do without Arthur Morgan, you'd never know.