Playing Dangerous ? ||RDR2 // Arthur Morgan X Reader||

'Let me be your Dangerous Girl'

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An ambient rumbling could be heard over the bank, as the three horses trotted swiftly over the darkened grassy hillside – following the gritty dirt path down towards Valentine.

You were sat on Phantom's back end, your arms tightly wrapped around Arthur – wondering just exactly how you found yourself getting into stuff like this.

"Arthur tell you much about what you'll be doin' tonight, (name)?" John's throaty tones called from the front of the group, whilst you leaned a little to the right to see where exactly you were all headed.

"No, If I'm honest." You said, making a point of squeezing your arms tighter around Arthur's waist. "He just told me he wouldn't let me get hurt." You tone was pressing and masked a cautionary message to your sweetheart – who simply chuckled a little in amusement at you. When you appeared angry, he found it rather cute – like watching a puppy growling at someone.

The horses turned sharply to the right, heading up the road that forked off from the track to Valentine, scoping up the hills and off into the vast desert-land on the way towards Emerald Ranch. The landscape at night was haunting, seemingly a different world – a very stark contrast to the world you saw in the daytime.

The moon above cast milky, silver hues across the greyed out environment. A silent wind breezed quietly over the land, causing all trees and singular blades of grass to wobble and sway slightly whilst you all cantered by.

"We ain't too far, so I best let you know what's happenin." John exclaimed, and you made sure to listen intently – considering the wind was blustering in your now cold ears.

"There's a carriage coming through here soon – carrying a very rich banking tyrant and his wife. His name is Charleston Fox." John informed you, an important tone about him. You could tell clearly then that this mission was very serious to the man – and you hoped your part wasn't easy to cock up.

"So, what exactly am I doing?" you asked, resting your chin on Arthur's coat covered shoulder whilst you rode, feeling the cool yet scratchy material against your skin.

John halted his horse Old Boy down a pace, back to a steady trot – the rest of the group copying. You knew you were getting close then, when the horses slowed to a halt.

"You, my dear," John started, looking back at you as he spun his horse round to then face the group that consisted of Javier, Sean, Arthur and yourself. "You will be acting as our distraction." John's smirk was a little unsettling to say the least.

From beside you, you felt the cool and fearless gaze of Javier on your person.

"They will stop the carriage for a poor English girl, new to America.... Her horse bucked her off and bolted and she's stranded." Javier elaborated, and you now had some better understanding of the part you were going to have to play.

"Just give them a good old sob story!" Sean chortled from your right, "Then whilst you're butterin' them up – we come in and rob 'em." A slightly unhinged smile appeared on the Irish Man's expression.

Suddenly, you felt like you were a bit under pressure – you hoped you could be convincing enough... you would have to be, otherwise you would cost the boys a lot of trouble.

"That silence from the lass ain't good, Arthur." Sean called to the man sat in the saddle in front of you, and you frowned instantly at the fact Sean was now addressing your thoughtful silence with your companion – as if you were a silly inferior little women who wasn't even there.