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Sadithur story thing part 2

Chapter 2.

warning super fuking long

Horseshoe Overlook & Clemens Point

As the sun rose over Horseshoe Overlook, casting a golden hue across the camp, Arthur slowly roused from his slumber. He had been through a whirlwind of events in the past few weeks—rescues, shootouts, and close calls that left him reflecting on the precarious nature of their outlaw life.

Stretching and yawning, Arthur indulged in a few extra hours of sleep, relishing the rare opportunity to rest amidst the constant turmoil of their existence. When he finally emerged from his tent, the tantalizing aroma of Pearson's stew beckoned him towards the campfire.

Arthur greeted Pearson with a nod of appreciation as he filled a bowl with the hearty stew. The cook's culinary skills were a source of comfort in an otherwise uncertain world, providing sustenance to the gang as they navigated the challenges of life on the run.

Sitting down by the fire, Arthur savored each spoonful of the stew, the familiar flavors offering a sense of normalcy amidst the chaos. As he ate, memories of recent events flashed through his mind—each rescue, each altercation, a testament to the tenuous balance between survival and reckoning.

Lost in thought, Arthur's gaze wandered across the camp, taking in the familiar faces of his fellow gang members going about their morning routines. Javier and Charles were engaged in conversation nearby, their camaraderie a testament to the bonds forged through shared trials.

Trelawny approached, a hint of intrigue in his expression. "Good morning, Arthur," he greeted, his voice carrying a trace of mystery.

Arthur nodded in response, his mind still lingering on the events that had transpired. Despite the hardships and dangers they faced, there was a sense of solidarity within the gang—a shared purpose that bound them together in defiance of the world outside their makeshift home.

As Arthur finished his meal, the first rays of sunlight bathed the camp in a warm glow, casting long shadows across the landscape. The day held promise, yet Arthur knew that behind the façade of peace lay the ever-present threat of danger and uncertainty.

But for now, in this fleeting moment of tranquility, Arthur allowed himself to savor the simple pleasures—a bowl of stew, the warmth of the morning sun, and the camaraderie of his comrades. In the world they inhabited, such moments were rare and fleeting, to be cherished amidst the chaos that defined their outlaw lives. Arthur approached Sadie, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Sorry, I'll be back soon, Misses Adler," he said, acknowledging her with a nod before turning towards Dutch, who beckoned him over.

Dutch's voice carried a note of satisfaction as he spoke. "We finally got John workin' again," he announced, a hint of pride evident in his tone.

Arthur raised an eyebrow, a wry grin crossing his features. "Heh. So he finally recovered from his wolf attack, huh?" he remarked, recalling John's harrowing ordeal with the wolves.

"I guess so," Dutch replied with a shrug, his attention already shifting to the task at hand. "Arthur, he has some work down in Valentine. When you're done with him, meet me in the saloon," he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Arthur nodded in understanding, mentally preparing himself for the upcoming assignment. "Got it, Dutch," he replied, before turning to make his way towards John, who awaited him with a sense of purpose.

As he walked away, Arthur couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation that tingled in the air—a sense that their lives were about to take another unpredictable turn. With each step, he braced himself for whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that in this world of outlaws and renegades, nothing was ever as simple as it seemed. Arthur and John's exchange in Valentine reflected the underlying tensions simmering within the gang. As they prepared for the task ahead, Arthur couldn't help but display his trademark sarcasm, contrasting John's more serious demeanor.

"Yeah, well I've been working, so I'm sorry if I couldn't join you in sulking about a wolf attack that happened almost 3 weeks ago," Arthur quipped in response to John's comment about the wolf incident.

John, undeterred by Arthur's jest, swiftly moved on to the matter at hand. "I need you to go and get a long-scoped rifle for me," he requested, explaining his own reluctance to visit the gunsmith due to a past confrontation.

Arthur rolled his eyes at John's explanation. "Whatever," he muttered under his breath, hitching his horse before heading into the gunsmith's shop.

Inside, Arthur swiftly made his selection, opting for a rolling-block rifle to fulfill John's request. The transaction was completed efficiently, with Arthur slinging the rifle over his shoulders as he exited the shop.

Later, as they herded cattle for an auction in Valentine, the purpose of the rifle became clear—to dissuade any potential troublemakers from disrupting their operation.

After the task was completed, Arthur found himself in the familiar confines of the saloon, where Dutch awaited him. The atmosphere was tinged with a blend of weariness and camaraderie, as Dutch's sarcasm towards Strauss underscored the underlying tensions within the gang.

Dutch poured drinks for both himself and Arthur, raising a toast with a hint of irony. "To your good health," he announced, the gesture carrying a weight of unspoken meaning.

Arthur nodded in acknowledgment, clinking glasses with Dutch before taking a long sip. In that moment, amidst the chaos and uncertainties of their outlaw lives, Arthur found solace in the shared camaraderie of the gang—a fleeting respite from the challenges that awaited them on the horizon. As Arthur and Dutch found themselves suddenly ambushed by Leviticus Cornwall and his men in the heart of town, chaos erupted in a flurry of gunfire and desperation. The element of surprise worked momentarily in the enemies' favor, but the Van der Linde gang was not one to go down without a fight.

Reacting swiftly, Arthur and Dutch rallied their companions, drawing weapons and returning fire amidst the chaotic streets. Bullets whizzed through the air, shattering windows and sending bystanders scrambling for cover.

The shootout became a desperate bid for survival as the gang fought to regain control of the situation. Arthur's heart raced with adrenaline, his instincts honed by years of living on the edge. He exchanged gunfire with Cornwall's men, each shot a calculated risk in the deadly dance of combat.

Amidst the chaos, Arthur's gaze met Dutch's, the unspoken understanding between them fueling their determination to escape this deadly trap. With swift coordination, they made a daring move, seizing the opportunity to mount their horses and bolt through the streets, dodging bullets as they rode.

The town became a blur of motion and noise as Arthur and Dutch led the charge, their gang members following close behind. The thundering hooves of their horses drowned out the cacophony of gunfire, the urgent rhythm of escape guiding their flight.

Their path was fraught with peril, every turn a gamble against fate. Arthur's mind raced with thoughts of survival, the stakes higher than ever as they raced towards the outskirts of town, the pursuit of Cornwall's men echoing in their wake.

Through sheer determination and grit, Arthur and his companions managed to break free from the deadly ambush, leaving the chaos of the town behind them. As they galloped into the wilderness, the adrenaline-fueled rush of their escape lingered, a stark reminder of the dangers that lurked around every corner in their unforgiving world.

In the aftermath of the shootout, Arthur took a moment to catch his breath, his mind racing with the implications of their encounter with Cornwall. The relentless pursuit of the law and powerful adversaries loomed large, a reminder that survival in their outlaw existence demanded constant vigilance and resolve.

With Cornwall's threat still hanging over them like a shadow, Arthur and the gang pressed on, their resolve hardened by the trials they faced. As they rode into the wilderness, the echoes of gunfire faded, but the memory of their narrow escape remained—a testament to the resilience and resourcefulness that defined their struggle for freedom in a world that sought to crush them at every turn. As Arthur and Charles scouted for a new camp location, they stumbled upon a German family in need of assistance. The family's patriarch had been taken, leaving them in a dire situation. Arthur, always one to lend a hand to those in need, resolved to help rescue the missing man.

With Charles by his side, Arthur orchestrated a daring rescue mission, confronting those responsible and freeing the German husband and father. Grateful for their aid, the family presented Arthur with a valuable gold bar as a token of their appreciation—a gesture that resonated deeply with the outlaw's sense of honor and duty.

After ensuring the family's safety, Arthur bid them farewell, sending them on their way with renewed hope and gratitude. The encounter left a lasting impression on Arthur, a reminder of the impact his actions could have on the lives of others in this harsh and unforgiving world.

With their mission accomplished, Arthur and Charles returned to the gang with news of their success. The camp was swiftly packed up, the gang ready to relocate to a new site—Clemens Point, a welcome change of scenery and a fresh start for the Van der Linde gang.

As they settled into their new surroundings, Arthur reflected on the events that had transpired—the bonds forged, the risks taken, and the sense of purpose that drove them forward. In this life of outlaws and misfits, every encounter carried weight, every decision had consequences.

But amidst the uncertainty, one thing remained constant—the loyalty and camaraderie of the gang, a makeshift family bound by shared experiences and the relentless pursuit of freedom.

As Clemens Point became their new home, Arthur found himself once again at the heart of the gang's operations, his resolve strengthened by the challenges they had overcome and the trials that lay ahead. In this ever-changing world, one thing was certain—Arthur Morgan would continue to navigate the treacherous waters of his outlaw existence with courage, determination, and a steadfast belief in doing what was right, no matter the cost.As the Van der Linde gang settled into their new camp at Clemens Point, Arthur found himself drawn to spending more time with Sadie Adler. Their interactions became more frequent, marked by shared moments of camaraderie and understanding amidst the trials of their outlaw life.

Arthur admired Sadie's fierce determination and resilience, traits that resonated deeply with his own outlook on survival in a harsh and unforgiving world. Over time, their camaraderie blossomed into a genuine friendship, forged through shared experiences and mutual respect.

They would often find themselves engaged in conversations by the campfire, exchanging stories and banter that reflected a growing bond of trust and companionship. Despite their different backgrounds and paths that led them to the gang, Arthur and Sadie found common ground in their shared struggle against adversity.

Arthur appreciated Sadie's no-nonsense attitude and fierce independence, traits that set her apart from the other members of the gang. In turn, Sadie valued Arthur's wisdom and guidance, recognizing him as a steadfast ally amidst the chaos of their outlaw existence.

Their growing closeness did not go unnoticed by the rest of the gang, who observed the evolving dynamic between Arthur and Sadie with curiosity and amusement. Yet, for Arthur and Sadie, their time together provided a sense of comfort and understanding in a world where trust was hard to come by.

As they faced new challenges and undertook daring missions together, Arthur and Sadie continued to lean on each other for support, forming a bond that transcended the confines of their outlaw lifestyle.

In Sadie, Arthur found a kindred spirit—a partner in crime who shared his values and beliefs, offering companionship and solidarity in a world where loyalty was a rare and precious commodity.

As they navigated the complexities of their relationship within the gang, Arthur and Sadie discovered a profound sense of connection and mutual respect, strengthening their resolve to face whatever challenges lay ahead, together. As Arthur and Sadie continued to spend time together at Clemens Point, a subtle shift occurred in their relationship—a shift that went beyond friendship and camaraderie. Without either of them acknowledging it aloud, they began to develop feelings for each other, quietly and discreetly.

Arthur found himself drawn to Sadie in ways he hadn't expected. He admired her strength, her determination, and her unwavering loyalty to the gang. As they shared more moments together, whether on missions or in quiet conversations by the campfire, Arthur began to see Sadie in a new light—a light that stirred emotions he had long kept buried beneath his rugged exterior.

Sadie, too, felt a growing connection to Arthur. She admired his sense of honor, his quiet wisdom, and the way he stood by his principles in a world that seemed intent on breaking them. In Arthur, Sadie found a confidant and a kindred spirit, someone who understood her in ways no one else did.

Their conversations became more meaningful, filled with shared laughter, thoughtful insights, and unspoken understanding. Each interaction brought them closer together, deepening the unspoken bond that was forming between them.

Yet, both Arthur and Sadie kept their feelings hidden, unsure of how to navigate this new territory within the confines of their unconventional lives. They continued to operate within the gang, their interactions a blend of friendship and unspoken longing.

In the quiet moments, when the chaos of their outlaw existence subsided, Arthur allowed himself to entertain the possibility of a future with Sadie—a future defined by companionship and mutual respect.

For Sadie, Arthur represented a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness—a reminder that amidst the hardships and dangers they faced, there was still room for connection and even love.

As they shared stolen glances and exchanged knowing smiles, Arthur and Sadie silently acknowledged the growing affection between them—a love that dared not speak its name, but lingered in the air like the gentle breeze that swept through the wilderness.

In their shared moments of quiet intimacy, Arthur and Sadie found solace and strength in each other's presence, united by a bond that transcended the boundaries of their outlaw existence—a bond that held the promise of something deeper and more profound than either of them had imagined.As tensions flared between Sadie and Pearson, Arthur found himself caught in the middle of their escalating argument. He intervened swiftly, grabbing Sadie and stepping between the two before things could escalate further.

"Christ, y'all are like savages, what's the problem?" Arthur interjected, his tone a mixture of exasperation and amusement as he attempted to diffuse the situation.

Sadie, visibly frustrated, explained her perspective to Arthur. "Look, when I was with my husband, we split the work 50/50. I don't feel like I'm pulling my weight by chopping some damn vegetables, especially for this fat twit!" she exclaimed, pointing a finger accusingly at Pearson.

Pearson, unyielding in his position, countered with a practical response. "Yeah well, you asked for something to do and I gave you something to do," he retorted, his tone firm.

Amidst the tension, Pearson redirected Arthur's focus by handing him a list for errands in Rhodes along with an envelope to be mailed.

"Arthur, can I ask a favor? Can you take the wagon, take it into Rhodes and run some errands? Here's the list," Pearson requested, handing over the list and envelope.

Arthur accepted the task without hesitation. "Sure thing. Misses Adler, why don't you come along with me?" he suggested, hoping to defuse the tension and provide an opportunity for Sadie to cool off.

As they rode into town together, the atmosphere between Arthur and Sadie remained charged, a mixture of lingering frustration and unspoken connection. Sadie attempted to snatch the envelope from Arthur's hand, prompting a brief moment of shared intensity as their eyes locked.

Arthur maintained his focus on the trail ahead, leading the horses into town while Sadie opened Pearson's envelope and read its contents mockingly.

"You know, you're something else," Arthur remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice as he observed Sadie's irreverence.

Their banter provided a welcome distraction from the tension back at camp, allowing Arthur and Sadie to share a lighthearted moment amidst the unpredictability of their outlaw lives. As they navigated the bustling streets of Rhodes, Arthur couldn't help but appreciate the spirited presence of Sadie by his side—a reminder of the unpredictable companionship that defined their existence within the Van der Linde gang.As they arrived at the general store in Rhodes, Sadie's impulsive nature took over as she whipped out her revolver, exclaiming, "Which one of these fellas we robbin' first!?" Her excitement was palpable, but Arthur quickly intervened, gently lowering her arm and urging restraint.

"Jeezus, Sadie," Arthur responded with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "These are just innocent folk trying to get by. We don't rob these people."

Reluctantly, Sadie relented, albeit with a hint of frustration. "Ugggggh, fine," she conceded, her enthusiasm dampened by Arthur's reasoning.

Together, Arthur and Sadie entered the store, where they were greeted by the inquisitive manager. "And who's this fella that's with ya?" the manager asked, pointing at Arthur, who was busy selecting chocolate bars for Jack and himself.

"Oh," Sadie replied, her eyes fixed on Arthur's with a hint of mischief. "He's my, um, my husband," she declared, her face flushing pink with embarrassment.

Arthur couldn't help but roll his eyes at Sadie's playful embellishment, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. The manager, none the wiser, nodded in acknowledgment before returning to his duties.

"I gotta deliver this letter," Arthur announced, excusing himself briefly from the store to attend to Pearson's task.

As Arthur made his way to deliver Pearson's letter, he couldn't help but reflect on the amusing dynamics of his relationship with Sadie. Despite her fiery demeanor and penchant for trouble, there was a softer side to Sadie that Arthur found intriguing—a side that hinted at vulnerability and hidden depths.

Returning to Sadie's side after completing the task, Arthur exchanged a knowing glance with her, the unspoken connection between them lingering in the air like a shared secret.

Their time in Rhodes, filled with banter and unexpected twists, offered a glimpse into the complexities of their evolving bond—a bond forged amidst the chaos of their outlaw lives, where trust and loyalty were as fleeting as the dust kicked up by their horses' hooves.

As they rode back to camp, Arthur couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between him and Sadie—a subtle shift that hinted at the possibility of deeper feelings yet to be explored, hidden beneath the surface of their tumultuous existence.As Arthur returned to camp after the eventful trip to Rhodes with Sadie, he sought solace in his lodging, craving a moment of peace and reflection. However, his respite was interrupted by the boisterous arrival of Sean, his fellow gang member known for his lively personality and penchant for mischief.

"Oh, get up ya rugged bastard!" Sean exclaimed in his typical Irish brogue, his enthusiasm unbridled. "Come on, I saw some women in town, ehhh? Some reaaaaal good ones! Maybe we could score 'em!" he suggested, taking a swig of his drink with a mischievous grin.

Arthur, unfazed by Sean's antics, remained skeptical. "And how many have you had?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow.

Sean waved off Arthur's concern with a dismissive gesture. "Ah, not enough to miss out on a good time!" he retorted. "Besides, I'm not having another accident with a waitress. Remember Eliza—" Arthur began, his voice tinged with caution.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, blah, blah, blah, all the fuckin' family shit," Sean interrupted, his tone light-hearted yet tinged with underlying bitterness. "Cry me a river, Arthur. Not a lot of folk are kind towards their fellow Irish folk nowadays," he added, nudging Arthur's shoulder playfully.

Arthur sighed, knowing all too well the challenges faced by Irish immigrants like Sean in a world that often showed them little mercy. Despite their differences, Arthur couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with Sean—a shared understanding born of their shared heritage and struggles.

With a resigned smirk, Arthur relented, knowing that resisting Sean's relentless enthusiasm was often futile. "Alright, alright," he conceded, his tone tinged with amusement. "Let's see what trouble we can get into this time," he added, following Sean's lead as they ventured back into town, their laughter echoing through the camp.

For Arthur, these moments with Sean provided a welcome distraction from the weight of their outlaw lives—a chance to indulge in camaraderie and mischief amidst the uncertainty that defined their existence within the Van der Linde gang.As Sean returned to camp with his face covered in dust and cuts, John couldn't help but smirk at his disheveled appearance. "The hell happened to you?" he asked, unable to contain his amusement.

Sean, ever the storyteller, regaled them with his misadventures. "Ah, I got a few drinks wit' Arthur, and I got me a girl, apparently she was married," he explained, his voice tinged with equal parts mischief and regret.

Arthur joined in with a laugh, adding his own commentary to the tale. "And then she beat him with her purse," he chimed in, unable to suppress his amusement at Sean's predicament.

Sean shot Arthur a playful glare. "And you just stood there and laughed, ya asshole!" he retorted, his tone lighthearted despite his mock indignation.

The three of them gathered around the campfire, their laughter echoing through the night as they shared jokes and banter, temporarily setting aside the weight of their outlaw lives.

For Arthur, these moments of camaraderie were a welcome respite from the trials and dangers they faced daily. Despite their differences and occasional clashes, the bond between them ran deep—a bond forged by shared experiences and a mutual understanding of the harsh realities they navigated together.

As they sat under the starlit sky, trading stories and laughter, the camaraderie of the campfire provided a fleeting sense of normalcy amidst the chaos of their outlaw existence—a reminder that, despite their circumstances, they were still human, finding solace and connection in the simple joys of companionship and laughter.As Arthur and Sadie walked through Rhodes, enjoying their day together, their peaceful outing was interrupted by the unwanted attention of a stranger. The man made lewd comments about Sadie, prompting Arthur's protective instincts to kick in.

"I wonder if she's married to 'em. I think I'm gonna go talk to her," the stranger remarked, prompting Sadie to nudge Arthur's shoulder for a response.

"What? Let him check ya out," Arthur whispered with a mischievous grin, earning a playful slap from Sadie.

Realizing the potential danger of the situation, Arthur's demeanor shifted as he recognized the man as one of the lawmen from Blackwater. Panic set in as he realized the implications of being recognized, but before he could formulate a plan, Sadie took matters into her own hands.

With swift determination, Sadie grabbed Arthur by the arm and dragged him into an alleyway, her actions leaving him momentarily stunned. As she pressed her hands to his face and kissed him on the lips, Arthur's mind raced with a mixture of shock and confusion.

"Ah, come on!" the stranger exclaimed in frustration, retreating from the scene. Arthur and Sadie slowly pulled away from each other, their faces flushed with embarrassment and adrenaline.

"What the hell was that!?" Arthur demanded, his cheeks burning red with embarrassment.

"What?" Sadie replied innocently, her own face tinged with a blush.

"You coulda pretended to rob me or something!" Arthur exclaimed, his frustration evident.

"Your damn lucky my hand hid your face," Sadie retorted, her tone defiant yet tinged with amusement.

As they composed themselves and resumed their stroll through town, Arthur couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude mixed with bewilderment at Sadie's impulsive actions. Despite the unexpected turn of events, there was an undeniable bond between them—a bond forged through shared experiences and a mutual understanding of the dangers they faced as outlaws in a world that often judged them harshly.

In the aftermath of their encounter, Arthur couldn't shake the feeling that their relationship had taken on a new dimension—one marked by a mixture of camaraderie, mutual respect, and perhaps, just a hint of something more.As Arthur and Sadie sat together, taking a moment to recover from their unexpected encounter in the alleyway, Arthur found himself reflecting on the experience in his journal. With a quiet sense of introspection, he put pen to paper, capturing his thoughts and emotions in the pages of his journal.

In his journal entry, Arthur admitted to himself that he had enjoyed the impulsive kiss from Sadie. He acknowledged the attraction he felt towards her—her strength, her spirit, and the way she had taken charge in a moment of uncertainty. Arthur noted how Sadie's actions had stirred something within him, igniting a spark of mutual interest and shared connection.

He wrote candidly about how Sadie found him attractive as well, recognizing the unspoken chemistry that had developed between them during their time together. In his journal, Arthur expressed a sense of gratitude for the unexpected moment they had shared, acknowledging the complexity of their evolving relationship within the confines of their outlaw lives.

After their brief respite, Arthur and Sadie returned to town, continuing with the rest of their day as if nothing had changed outwardly. Yet, beneath the surface, Arthur carried with him a newfound awareness of his feelings towards Sadie—a realization that their bond was evolving into something deeper and more meaningful than mere friendship.

As Arthur closed his journal and returned to the present moment, he couldn't help but wonder what the future held for him and Sadie. In a life defined by uncertainty and danger, their connection offered a rare sense of comfort and understanding—a beacon of hope amidst the chaos of their outlaw existence.As Arthur and Sadie spent the night together in a hotel room, their shared intimacy provided a brief respite from the chaos of their outlaw lives. The connection between them deepened as they found solace and comfort in each other's company, their mutual attraction blossoming into something more profound.

The next morning, Arthur and Sadie returned to camp, their demeanor betraying a subtle shift in their relationship. Despite the need to maintain discretion within the gang, they carried with them the memory of their time together—a shared secret that bound them together in a newfound closeness.

As they rejoined the familiar surroundings of the camp, Arthur and Sadie exchanged knowing glances, their unspoken bond reinforced by the shared experience they had just encountered. Amidst the daily routines and challenges of outlaw life, they carried with them a private understanding of their connection—a connection that transcended the boundaries of their tumultuous world.

Back in camp, Arthur and Sadie resumed their roles within the gang, their interactions tinged with a newfound sense of camaraderie and understanding. Though they kept their shared experience private, the memory of their time together lingered, shaping the dynamics of their evolving relationship within the close-knit community of the Van der Linde gang.

As they navigated the complexities of their outlaw existence, Arthur and Sadie found themselves drawn to each other in ways they had not anticipated. Their shared intimacy served as a reminder of the human connections that anchored them amidst the turbulence of their lives—a beacon of hope and solace in a world defined by uncertainty and danger. The sudden ambush in Rhodes left Arthur, Bill, and Micah reeling from the unexpected violence and loss of Sean. As gunshots echoed through the once-quiet town, chaos erupted as the gang found themselves in a desperate firefight against the Grays.

Arthur's instincts kicked into high gear as he sought cover, returning fire and strategizing with Bill and Micah to fend off the attackers. The adrenaline-fueled battle raged on for what felt like an eternity, each moment fraught with danger and uncertainty.

Despite their best efforts, the Grays were ultimately defeated, but the victory came at a heavy cost with Sean's life tragically cut short by the ambush. The loss reverberated through the remaining members of the gang, leaving a somber cloud over their success.

Amidst the aftermath of the shootout, Arthur couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had preceded the ambush. His intuition had warned him that something wasn't right, a nagging sense of doubt that now weighed heavily on his conscience.

As they regrouped and assessed the situation, Arthur's mind raced with questions and regrets. The sudden and brutal turn of events served as a stark reminder of the dangers they faced in their outlaw lifestyle, where betrayal and violence lurked around every corner.

In the wake of Sean's death, Arthur and the gang would have to reckon with the consequences of their actions, navigating the fallout of the ambush while mourning the loss of their comrade. The events in Rhodes served as a sobering reminder of the harsh realities of their chosen path—a path marked by peril, sacrifice, and the constant threat of betrayal. The aftermath of the ambush left Arthur reeling with a mix of grief, anger, and determination. As he crouched beside Sean's lifeless body, the weight of the loss hit him hard. "He was a good kid," Arthur murmured, his voice heavy with emotion as he closed his eyes, offering a moment of respect to his fallen comrade.

Frustration and blame permeated the air as Arthur confronted Micah and Bill. "Well how the hell was I to know?!" Bill protested, his voice defensive.

Arthur, his emotions raw, stood up and lashed out, recounting the signs that had hinted at the impending danger. "Let me see, they set us up once before, they didn't like us, we destroyed their farm—should I go on?!" he yelled, his anger boiling over.

Micah, ever the provocateur, attempted to deflect blame, further fueling Arthur's ire. "All you do is complain when things don't work out, except when it's your goddamn fault," Micah retorted, mounting his horse with a dismissive air.

Arthur wasn't having it. "You don't know what you're talking about. Did you even see the hole in Sean's skull? You don't give a damn about anybody but yourself!" he shot back, his voice tinged with bitterness.

With a heavy heart, Arthur instructed Bill to give Sean a proper burial, his tone softened by the weight of their loss. "Bill, go take Sean's body somewhere quiet, give him a proper burial," Arthur instructed, his voice gentler despite the tension.

Micah, unfazed by the confrontation, rode off without a word, leaving Arthur to process his emotions amidst the aftermath of the ambush.In the aftermath of the ambush and the loss of Sean, Arthur sought solace and companionship with Sadie, finding comfort in her presence amidst the turmoil of their outlaw life.

Back at camp, Arthur and Sadie spent more time together, their shared experiences fostering a sense of closeness and understanding between them. Amidst the lingering tension and grief within the gang, their bond provided a reprieve—an oasis of connection in an otherwise tumultuous environment.

As they navigated their daily routines and responsibilities, Arthur and Sadie found moments to steal away, whether in camp or during visits to Rhodes. Their interactions were marked by a growing camaraderie and mutual respect, each encounter deepening their connection and reinforcing their shared understanding of the challenges they faced.

In Rhodes, Arthur and Sadie's presence together hinted at a deeper relationship blossoming beneath the surface—a relationship founded on trust, mutual attraction, and a shared sense of defiance against the constraints of their outlaw existence.

As they spent time together, Arthur and Sadie found solace in each other's company, their bond serving as a source of strength amidst the uncertainties and dangers that surrounded them. In moments of quietude and camaraderie, they forged a connection that transcended the hardships of their lives, offering each other a sense of comfort and companionship in the face of adversity.As Arthur and Sadie shared a moment by the fire, their conversation turned to matters of loss and remembrance. Sadie opened up about her own grief, revealing that she had lost her husband—a poignant connection that resonated with Arthur, who had also experienced profound loss.

"I know what it's like... to lose someone you love... I lost my husband..." Sadie confided, her gaze fixed on the flickering flames.

Arthur, reflecting on his own recent loss of Sean, empathized with Sadie's pain. "Sean was like a... a brother.... a brother I never had," Arthur replied, his voice tinged with emotion.

Their exchange revealed a shared understanding of the impact of loss within the context of their outlaw lives, where bonds forged through hardship carried deep significance.

As Sadie inquired about Sean's backstory, Arthur recounted their unconventional introduction. "He pulled a knife on Dutch in a bar someplace, and Dutch, being the man he was, took him in," Arthur explained, highlighting the unpredictable nature of their gang's recruitment process.

In a moment of unguarded affection, Arthur attempted to offer comfort by gesturing to put his arm around Sadie's shoulder. However, upon noticing her reaction, he quickly withdrew, masking his gesture with a casual scratch of his chin.

Sadie, observant and perceptive, took note of Arthur's subtle attempt at closeness but chose to respect his unspoken hesitation, keeping her observations to herself.

As they continued their conversation, Arthur and Sadie found solace in each other's company, their shared experiences fostering a bond of understanding and empathy—a connection that transcended words and gestures, offering a glimpse into the complexities of their evolving relationship within the confines of their outlaw world.As the night wore on and their conversation continued by the fire, Arthur and Sadie found comfort in each other's presence. The weight of their shared experiences and the emotional exchange led to a sense of closeness that transcended the hardships of their outlaw lives.

As the fire crackled and the night grew quiet, Arthur gradually felt himself drifting off to sleep, with Sadie's head resting gently on his shoulder. The warmth of her presence and the soft rhythm of her breathing offered a rare moment of peace amidst the chaos that often defined their existence.

When Arthur woke the next morning, he found Sadie still nestled beside him, her head resting on his shoulder. The early light of dawn filtered through the camp, casting a soft glow over their quiet tableau.

For a brief moment, Arthur allowed himself to savor the tranquility of the morning, the weight of Sadie's head on his shoulder a testament to the unspoken bond that had formed between them. Despite the uncertainties that loomed on the horizon, Arthur found a sense of solace in the simple intimacy of their shared slumber—a fleeting respite from the relentless challenges of their outlaw life.

As he gently stirred, Arthur resisted the urge to disturb Sadie's peaceful sleep, cherishing the quiet companionship that had blossomed between them. In that serene moment, amidst the backdrop of their makeshift camp, Arthur contemplated the complexities of their evolving relationship—a relationship defined by mutual understanding, shared experiences, and an unspoken connection that defied the conventions of their tumultuous world.As Sadie stirred awake beside Arthur, the gentle rustling of the morning filled the air around their campsite. Arthur, mindful of his companion's awakening, offered her a warm gesture of hospitality.

"Morning, Sadie," Arthur greeted with a soft smile. "How'd you sleep?"

Sadie stretched and rubbed her eyes before responding, "Not bad, considering."

Arthur nodded knowingly, understanding the toll their turbulent lives often took on their rest. "Well, I've got something to help kick off the day," he said, reaching for a pot simmering over the fire.

With practiced ease, Arthur ladled out a hearty portion of Pearson's stew into a tin bowl and handed it to Sadie. The savory aroma of the stew filled the air, a comforting reminder of the communal meals they shared as a makeshift family.

"Here you go," Arthur said, offering Sadie the bowl. "Pearson's stew always hits the spot."

Sadie accepted the bowl with a grateful smile, her gaze meeting Arthur's with a flicker of appreciation. "Thanks, Arthur," she replied, settling comfortably against a nearby log to enjoy the meal.

As they ate, conversation flowed easily between them, the familiar routine of camp life momentarily easing the weight of their recent challenges. Arthur savored the simple pleasure of sharing a meal with Sadie, their camaraderie strengthened by the quiet moments of connection that defined their bond.

Amidst the backdrop of their makeshift camp, Arthur and Sadie found solace in the companionship they shared—a reminder of the enduring resilience that defined their outlaw family, where moments of tranquility and solidarity offered a reprieve from the turbulent currents of their unpredictable world.

[reddeadarthurcallahan]

RDR2 AU

Arthur Morgan x Sadie Adler

Red Dead Redemption AU

Something I made for fun, enjoy :) (more coming soon).

Chapter 1.

Colter & Horseshoe Overlook

The cold wind howled outside the walls of Colter as Arthur lay in his bed, thoughts swirling in his mind. Sadie Adler's arrival had stirred something within him—a mixture of sympathy and admiration for her resilience in such dire circumstances. As the fire crackled softly in the hearth, Arthur couldn't shake the feeling of responsibility that now weighed on his shoulders.

The events of the failed robbery had left the gang in disarray, with losses that cut deep into their morale. The O'Driscoll presence in the mountains only added to their troubles. Arthur knew they needed all the help they could get, and Sadie seemed capable and determined, despite the shock she was undoubtedly enduring.

The memory of her husband's photograph haunted Arthur. He wondered about the life she had before this chaos, and what she must have endured to reach this point. Taking her to her own cabin was a small gesture of kindness amidst the chaos of their fugitive existence.

As Arthur drifted into sleep, images of Sadie lingered in his mind. He had seen glimpses of strength in her eyes—a strength that matched the harshness of their surroundings. He couldn't deny the attraction he felt, though he knew it was no time for such thoughts.

Morning came with a pale light filtering through the frosted windowpanes. Arthur rose, the previous night's dreams lingering faintly. He dressed and stepped out into the biting cold, greeted by the sight of Dutch and Micah discussing plans for their next move. Sadie emerged from her cabin, her face drawn but resolute.

"Morning," Arthur greeted her with a nod.

Sadie nodded back, her eyes reflecting a blend of determination and uncertainty.

"Thought you might want to join us for breakfast," Arthur offered, gesturing toward the small fire where a pot of stew bubbled. Sadie nodded again, and they sat down together, the rest of the gang gradually emerging from their own shelters.

Throughout breakfast, Arthur couldn't help but steal glances at Sadie. She was a newcomer to their world, yet she seemed ready to adapt and survive. He wondered what lay ahead for all of them—whether this bitter cold of the mountains would eventually thaw into something better, or if they were bound for even darker days.

As they ate in silence, the weight of their situation hung heavy in the air. But Arthur found himself silently grateful for Sadie's presence. In her eyes, he saw a determination that mirrored his own—a resolve to keep moving forward, no matter the odds.

The wilderness outside echoed with the sounds of the wind, carrying with it the promise of a harsh winter ahead. But as Arthur glanced at Sadie, a flicker of hope ignited within him. Maybe, just maybe, they would find a way through this together. As the ice began to thaw and spring breathed new life into the land, the Van der Linde gang relocated from the harsh mountain camp of Colter to the more hospitable Horseshoe Overlook. The move brought a sense of relief and optimism to the members, despite the ever-looming threats and challenges they faced.

Arthur found himself increasingly drawn to Sadie as they settled into their new surroundings. She was a fierce and capable woman, her determination matched only by her sharp wit. Yet, Arthur couldn't shake the guilt that gnawed at him—the guilt of feeling a growing attraction towards her while knowing the pain she carried from losing her husband.

He kept his feelings buried deep, masked by his gruff demeanor and focus on survival. Arthur was a man of few words when it came to matters of the heart, preferring action over sentimentality. But Sadie's presence stirred something within him—a desire to protect and understand her, to ease the burden she carried.

As days passed at Horseshoe Overlook, the gang settled into a routine of planning and executing heists. Arthur, along with Dutch and the others, orchestrated schemes to fund their escape from the law's relentless pursuit. The thrill of the robberies mingled with the apprehension of what lay ahead—a future uncertain and fraught with danger.

During quieter moments, Arthur found himself stealing glances at Sadie, admiring her resilience and spirit. He noticed the way she handled herself with determination, her fiery nature contrasting the tranquil beauty of the unfolding spring. But Arthur held back, unwilling to complicate their already perilous circumstances.

One evening, as the gang gathered around a campfire, Arthur sat beside Sadie, the crackling flames casting dancing shadows on their faces. Their eyes met briefly, and Arthur felt a pang of longing—an unspoken connection that lingered between them.

"You did good back there," Arthur finally spoke, his voice gruff yet sincere.

Sadie nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Just doing what needs to be done," she replied, her gaze steady.Arthur admired her strength, the way she faced adversity head-on without hesitation. He knew their lives were intertwined by circumstance, bound together by the shared struggle for survival.

As spring blossomed around them, Arthur found himself navigating uncharted territory—not just as an outlaw on the run, but as a man grappling with unexpected feelings. He wrestled with the notion of opening up to Sadie, of revealing the depths of his emotions buried beneath layers of toughened resolve.

But for now, as the days grew longer and hope flickered like the firelight in Sadie's eyes, Arthur kept his feelings guarded, unsure of where their journey would lead. Amidst the chaos of their outlaw existence, amidst the uncertainty of their futures, Arthur found solace in the simple moments shared with Sadie—a silent companionship that spoke volumes in the unspoken language of their hearts.The news of Micah's arrest and impending hanging stirred mixed emotions within the camp. Arthur couldn't hide his disdain for Micah, given the troublemaker's history of stirring up trouble and causing friction within the gang. Sadie's reaction mirrored his own sentiments, her snort a testament to her feelings towards Micah.

"Arthur," Dutch's voice interrupted, his expression serious. "You know how I feel about that fool. But he's one of ours. We can't leave him to hang."

Arthur sighed, knowing Dutch's unwavering loyalty to the gang, even to those like Micah who caused more trouble than they were worth. "Please, Arthur," Dutch continued. "Rescue him. There are wanted posters everywhere. He'd do it for you."

Arthur shook his head, unconvinced. "No, he wouldn't," he muttered under his breath, recalling Micah's self-serving nature. But he relented, recognizing the need to maintain unity within the gang.

"Fine," Arthur conceded with a roll of his eyes. "Take Lenny into Valentine. We'll loosen him up a bit with a few drinks."

Lenny nodded eagerly, ready to distract himself from the tension in camp. "Sounds good, Arthur. Let's go," he said, gesturing for Arthur to accompany him.

As they rode into Valentine, Arthur couldn't shake the feeling of unease. Rescuing Micah meant risking their own safety and drawing unwanted attention from the law. But he understood the necessity of maintaining solidarity within the gang, even if it meant going against his better judgment.

Arriving in Valentine, they made their way to the local saloon, where Lenny wasted no time ordering drinks. Arthur watched from the corner of the room, his thoughts consumed by the impending rescue mission.

"You think Micah's worth the trouble?" Lenny asked, breaking the silence between them.

Arthur paused, contemplating his answer. "Not by a long shot," he replied, his voice tinged with resignation. "But he's Dutch's call, and we're in this together."

Lenny nodded solemnly, understanding the weight of their loyalty to the gang. "Let's just hope this doesn't blow up in our faces," he muttered, raising his glass.

Arthur couldn't help but agree silently, his mind already formulating a plan to pull Micah out of trouble without drawing too much attention. As he watched Lenny down another drink, Arthur steeled himself for the risky task ahead, knowing that in their world, loyalty often came at a high price.As the night unfolded in a haze of drunken antics and unexpected escapades, Arthur found himself caught up in a whirlwind of chaos.

After losing track of Lenny in the bustling saloon, Arthur stumbled through the crowd, clumsily approaching patrons with slurred inquiries. Laughter echoed around him as he mistook a woman for Lenny, causing amusement among the drunken onlookers.

Suddenly, Arthur heard Lenny's voice booming above the commotion, drawing his attention to the bar where his friend stood surrounded by two menacing figures. "Hey!" Arthur slurred, attempting to intervene as he clumsily descended the stairs.

The tension escalated momentarily, but to everyone's surprise—including Arthur's—the confrontation took an unexpected turn. Instead of a brawl, the atmosphere shifted as Arthur and Lenny spontaneously started dancing, much to the amusement and confusion of the gathered crowd.

Moments later, Arthur found himself outside, embracing the liberation of the open air a bit too enthusiastically. Meanwhile, chaos erupted inside as Arthur and Lenny dashed through the saloon, pursued by lawmen who weren't as amused by their antics.

"I'm an AMERICAN!!!" Arthur exclaimed defiantly, his words slurring as he stumbled and collapsed, succumbing to the effects of the alcohol.

The world faded to black as Arthur's consciousness slipped away, leaving him sprawled next to Lenny in the midst of their misadventures. Despite the chaos and impending trouble, a sense of reckless camaraderie lingered—a fleeting moment of freedom amidst the harsh realities of their outlaw lives.

When Arthur awoke the next morning, with a pounding headache and a vague recollection of the night's events, he couldn't help but chuckle ruefully. Another wild night in the life of an outlaw, where unexpected turns and unlikely alliances blurred the lines between chaos and camaraderie.Arthur rubbed his temples as he and Lenny sat by the campfire the morning after their eventful night at the saloon. The memories of their drunken escapades brought a mix of amusement and mild regret.

"Well, Lenny, reckon we caused quite a stir last night," Arthur remarked, trying to lighten the mood.

Lenny chuckled, his own head throbbing slightly from the previous night's revelry. "Aye, Arthur, you sure know how to make an impression," he replied with a grin.

"I still can't believe we ended up dancing instead of fighting," Arthur said, shaking his head. "Thought for sure we'd be scrapping with those fellas."

"Aye, but it turned out to be a right laugh, didn't it?" Lenny replied, a twinkle in his eye.

Arthur smirked, recalling the absurdity of the situation. "Never a dull moment with you around, Lenny."

The two men shared a moment of camaraderie, finding humor in the unpredictability of their outlaw lives.

"I reckon we'll be hearing about that night for a while," Lenny said, taking a sip of coffee.

"Let 'em talk," Arthur replied nonchalantly. "Long as we keep our heads straight when it counts."

Lenny nodded in agreement, his expression turning serious for a moment. "Speaking of keeping our heads straight, reckon we oughta focus on this Micah business."

Arthur's demeanor shifted, the gravity of their current situation settling back into place. "Right you are, Lenny. Let's get a plan together and sort that mess out."

As they discussed their next moves, the morning sun cast a golden glow over the camp, a stark contrast to the chaos of the previous night. Despite the challenges they faced, Arthur found solace in the bond he shared with Lenny—a bond forged in the fires of adversity and tempered by the shared experiences of life on the edge.

"Here's to surviving another day," Arthur said, raising his coffee mug in a silent toast.

Lenny mirrored the gesture, a smile playing on his lips. "To surviving, and maybe even having a bit of fun along the way."

As the morning unfolded and the camp stirred with activity, Arthur and Lenny's laughter echoed through the trees—a testament to their resilience and the enduring spirit that bound them together in the face of uncertain futures. As Arthur and Lenny rode back to camp, Arthur couldn't shake the thoughts that kept drifting back to Sadie. Despite his attempts to remain focused on other matters, her presence lingered in his mind like a persistent whisper in the wind.

In the days that followed, Arthur found himself reluctantly caught up in a series of rescues orchestrated by Dutch. First, the ill-fated mission to save Micah—a task that left Arthur grappling with mixed emotions. Then, a more successful endeavor alongside Charles, Javier, and Trelawny to rescue Sean, a member of the gang whose life hung in the balance.

Dutch's decision to hold a party within the camp brought an unexpected wave of activity and anticipation. Miss Grimshaw took charge, whisking the women of the camp into town to prepare for the occasion.

Amidst the preparations, Micah's brash demeanor struck a nerve with Arthur. The troublemaker's insinuations about Sadie didn't sit well with him, stirring a mix of irritation and protectiveness.

"Been eyein' the widow, huh, Arthur?" Micah's voice cut through the camp chatter.

Arthur sighed, trying to brush off the comment. "No," he replied curtly, his tone betraying his annoyance.

Micah chuckled, unfazed by Arthur's response. "Aw, don't lie to me, Morgan. You staring at her with tunnel vision seems to bring out them ideas in me," Micah teased, patting Arthur on the shoulder before sauntering away.

"Asshole," Arthur muttered under his breath, unable to shake the sense of unease that Micah's words had stirred.

Seeking refuge from the chaos, Arthur found himself in conversation with Hosea, a rare moment of calm amidst the storm brewing within the gang.

"Remember that 1,000-pound grizzly we tried to hunt up in the Grizzlies?" Hosea began, his voice carrying a nostalgic tone.

Arthur nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips. "How could I forget? That damn bear nearly had us for dinner," he replied, reminiscing about the perilous encounter.

As they exchanged stories and shared laughs, Arthur felt a brief respite from the weight of their current troubles. The bond between him and Hosea was one forged through countless adventures and hardships—a testament to the enduring spirit of camaraderie that defined their lives as outlaws.

Amidst the looming uncertainties and simmering tensions within the camp, Arthur found solace in these fleeting moments of connection—a reminder of the shared history that bound them together, even in the face of an uncertain future.Arthur sat down with a bowl of stew, the warmth of the meal a comforting contrast to the chill of the evening. As he settled in, his curiosity got the better of him, prompting a question to Uncle about the whereabouts of the women from camp.

"They're going out... doing some..." Uncle paused to take a long swig from his drink, then continued with a mischievous glint in his eye, "women thangs. And to get some fancy dresses."

Arthur raised an eyebrow, his mind unintentionally drifting to the image of Sadie all dressed up. The incongruity of the thought caused him to swallow a spoonful of stew the wrong way, resulting in a brief moment of choking.

Uncle, seemingly oblivious to Arthur's discomfort, launched into a rambling discourse about women—a topic that never failed to amuse or bemuse the old man.

"You see, Arthur," Uncle declared, leaning in conspiratorially, "women, they got their own way of doin' things. Can't never understand 'em, but we gotta appreciate 'em, eh?"

Arthur nodded slowly, trying to follow Uncle's train of thought while discreetly clearing his throat. He glanced around the camp, catching glimpses of the other gang members going about their business, each lost in their own world of preparations and anticipation for the upcoming party.

Uncle's lecture on women's mysteries continued, punctuated by occasional bouts of laughter from the other men nearby who seemed equally entertained by Uncle's musings.

As Arthur listened with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, he couldn't shake the lingering image of Sadie in a fancy dress. The contrast between her usual fierce demeanor and the notion of her in more elegant attire was both amusing and strangely intriguing.

"Thanks, Uncle," Arthur interjected when he found a brief pause in the monologue. "I'll keep that in mind."

Uncle beamed, satisfied with imparting his wisdom. "Anytime, Arthur, anytime," he replied, taking another hearty gulp of his drink.

Arthur shook his head slightly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Despite the chaos and uncertainty that defined their lives, moments like these—however amusing or bewildering—served as reminders of the strange and endearing camaraderie that bound the Van der Linde gang together, even in the midst of their outlaw existence. As the women returned to camp, Arthur couldn't help but be captivated by Sadie's presence, despite her not being as "fancied up" as the other women. Her natural allure and strength still shone through, leaving Arthur momentarily stunned.

Micah, always quick to notice, couldn't resist teasing Arthur about his reaction. "Woooooah, cowpoke," Micah exclaimed, slapping Arthur on the shoulder. "I sure hope she don't end up in my tent tonight," he added with a laugh.

Arthur rolled his eyes at Micah's antics, a mixture of annoyance and amusement playing across his features. "You're lucky Dutch still likes you," Arthur retorted dryly.

"Come on now, we're all sons of Dutch... makes us brothers, like it or not," Micah replied, his tone jovial.

"I think I'll choose 'or not'," Arthur quipped sarcastically, earning a snort of amusement from Sadie, who had been observing their exchange from a distance.

To Sadie, the sight of Arthur and Micah bickering was strangely entertaining, even if she couldn't hear the specifics of their argument over the camp's ambient noise. Their overlapping voices and animated gestures added to the comedic effect, causing Sadie to stifle a laugh behind a composed facade.

As Arthur and Micah continued their banter, oblivious to Sadie's amused reaction, she found herself unexpectedly drawn to their dynamic. Despite the tensions that often simmered beneath the surface within the gang, moments like these—filled with lighthearted absurdity—reminded her of the peculiar camaraderie that defined their unconventional family.

Arthur shot a knowing glance in Sadie's direction, his own amusement evident in the twinkle of his eyes. Micah, undeterred by Arthur's retorts, continued to playfully jibe, adding to the playful atmosphere.

Later that evening, as the camp settled into the festivities of Dutch's party, Sadie found herself sharing knowing glances with Arthur across the fire, their unspoken connection bridging the gap between shared laughter and unspoken understanding.

In the midst of their chaotic and unpredictable lives as outlaws, Arthur and Sadie discovered a rare moment of levity—an unexpected bond forged in the fires of camaraderie, where even the most unlikely companions found solace in the shared absurdity of their existence.