"Come 'ere girl." Natasha breathed as she tended to the American Paint she had stolen, claiming it as her own.
She rummaged through her things and spotted Caprice's saddle. Although it hurt her heart, she knew she had to move on eventually.
Placing the saddle onto the horses back, she altered the straps so it was a perfect fit, not wanting it to slide off if she were to be riding. She reached into her saddlebag and found some sugar cubes and fed it to the horse, smiling slightly as the mare whinnied in excitement at the taste.
She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes landing on Micah who was stood against a post, sharpening his knife but kept his gaze to the floor.
Something was off about him, she felt. The way he was acting before she left on the boat and last night... it was weird. She wanted to believe him about the debtor but something in her stomach was telling her not to. But, being the naive woman she sometimes came to be, she ignored it for now.
"Miss Fiore? May I have a word with you?" A soft angelic Irish accent rang in her ears making her look over the saddle on the horse and spotting Miss O'Shea, her hands placed behind her back coyly.
"Course." Natasha nodded, walking around to meet her, leaning against one of he trees as she gave her her full attention.
"What is it?"
Molly watched the woman in front of her, tilting her head to the side as she notice the short bits of hair sticking out from under her hat that scattered unevenly against her forehead. "Your hair... it's different." She noted.
Natasha slowly nodded and licked her lips and took her hat off, holding it in her hand as she dropped it to her side. "It is." She confirmed, showing the young woman her hair. "Anyway, what is it?" She repeated, wanting Molly to spit out whatever she wanted to talk to her about it. The camp were currently packing up and getting ready to move but they buried Lenny first. Charles had shown the others where sweet Hosea was buried and it seemed only right that Lenny was by his side too.
"Well, I'm always complained about, aren't I?" Molly said softly but Natasha didn't reply with a nod or the shake of her head, instead, she waited for her to continue. "When you lot were away In Guarma, I went out of my way to try and find some scores for yourself and the men to do and I... I found one that you may be interested in?"
Molly pulled her hand out from behind her back, holding out a piece of paper towards her.
Natasha was surprised to say the least, surprised that Molly was actually pulling her weight around camp. Maybe the realisation of their serious situation finally sunk in.
She took the note and scanned it over. "A Kevin Tomlinson? At a farm near Van Horn?" She took out the main bits of information and then looked up to Molly, placing the hat back on her head. "What's the situation?"
"I heard a rumour that he was laying on a large pile of cash... He's a butcher but has been doing more than selling Venison." Molly said eagerly, a glint flashing in her eyes when Natasha nodded her head, seeming interested.
"Sounds good. Dangerous?" Natasha enquired.
"Shouldn't be. One man job. It's best going at sundown when he's asleep in his cabin. The money will be in the slaughter barn." Molly shuddered at the thought but it didn't bother Natasha as long as there was money at the end of it.
"Alright, I'll see if Micah wants to head out tomorr-"
"No!"
"No?" Natasha raised an eyebrow at Molly's abruptness about whether or not the blonde outlaw should accompany her.
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Bad Blood // Micah Bell (Red Dead Redemption 2 Story)
FanfictionYou betray my trust and you think you can come in here and treat me like I'm... like I'm..." She struggled to find the right words to say but Micah scoffed and dropped her hand and stared her directly in the eyes. "You really going to stay mad at me...