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

chapter 10; dangerous girl

"She'll be fine. I wouldn't of asked her to come if I'd been worried." Arthur vouched for you, "I have every faith in (name)."

"I can speak for my bloody self, boys." You snapped suddenly, reaching just in front of yourself and grabbing Arthur's cattleman revolver from it's holster. You haughtily slipped off the side of Phantom, your white kid boots landing with a gentle thud in the dusty track.

"I am not some pretty, painted, porcelain woman-" You growled in distaste as you marched to the front of the group where John was waiting atop of Old Boy's back. "I will do this so well, Dutch will even wonder why I haven't been allowed out before now!" You snapped angrily.

Not even caring, infuriated and feeling challenged – you hiked your dress up high, revealing your leg in the process – whilst you shoved the gun through the elasticated band of the suspender on your left thigh.

All the boys had been watching, jaws' a little slack – shocked and surprised by what they'd just seen.

Letting the material of your blue skirts fall from your hand, you dropped the dress and returned to the image of an inconspicuous woman – ready to play your part.

"Close your mouth, gents." You scorned at the way they were still all gawping at you.

You had gone off ahead slightly, looking over the track in the distance from the direction of the quaint Emerald Ranch to see if you could spot any sign of the wagon.

Sean looked across to Arthur, raising his brows high with a small, but gradually growing smirk.

"Bloody hell, Arthur..." he whispered to the gunslinger, who had been sat on Phantom and watching your every move. Arthur had to admit, watching you stand up to them all like that was rather attractive – he had never seen you be so powerful. Not to mention the unintentional tease of your leg – it had his mind reverting straight back to the night the pair of you had spent in Valentine when you had been attacked by that horrible wolf.

"We got our work cut out with this one, I'm sure." Arthur smirked back at Sean, the pair of them chuckling lowly and knowingly to each other in the dark.

From in the distance, just over the hill – a dwindling light appeared. It grew stronger within a few seconds, and then soon followed the image of some horses and a very grand carriage, peeking over the hill by the tree – bumbling along at a steady pace along the track.

"That's our man, ain't it John?" Arthur called, gathering up Phantom's reins. The horse was a bugger for sensing excited and apprehensive energy and so started misbehaving, trying to throw in some small bucks and a few pathetic attempts at some rears – which Arthur quickly had subdued with a few short and sharp nudges of his spurs into Phantom's side.

"Yup – that's him alright!" John called back, looking down at you quickly. "You gonna be okay (name)? We're gonna wait on this ridge over there until we see Charleston get out of the carriage."

A bold smirk painted your lips, as you nodded assuredly to Marston.

"I'll be fine. I can handle myself." You replied. This attitude was certainly a far cry from the sceptical girl who'd left the camp twenty minutes ago.

It was your desire to prove them all wrong that had you like this – you wanted to return to camp feeling like you had been the very back bone of this job. You wanted Dutch to praise you and honour like a queen.

John took off then at a gallop, Javier and Sean soon followed. Arthur however, was fighting Phantom to not bolt off with the rest of them whilst he stopped by you. The concerned look on his face was sweet.