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Warning: sorry it takes a long time for new updates. Writer block and college been killing me since the start of this year. High angsty, major character death, love, one shot fic, sad, Arthur deserve better, he deserves sunshine. Short one cuz i need to try to get back into writing different timeline. Reader from today timeline, Arthur from the past.
As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.
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You found the journal in an antique bookstore tucked between a laundromat and a vape shop on the edge of your town. The shop was dim, filled with the scent of dust and time - pages too old to speak, shelves whispering of forgotten hands. You weren’t searching for anything special that day. Just walking. Just thinking.
But the leather-bound book called to you. Its surface cracked with age, gold-embossed edges flaked away by fingers long gone. It had no title. No date. Just… presence.
When you brought it home, the pages were blank.
Completely.
Yet something told you to keep it.
That night, sitting by the window with rain tapping against the glass and the hum of city life faint outside, you wrote:
“The world feels loud, and I feel small. I don’t know why I’m writing in this. Maybe it just feels less lonely this way.”
You closed the book, tucked it beneath your pillow, and went to sleep.
The next morning, you found something new.
Not your handwriting.
It was rough, older, slanted - written in ink that looked faded but not smeared.
“It don’t gotta feel so lonely, miss. I reckon I don’t mind listening.”
You stared at it for a long time. Your heart stumbled, like it forgot how to beat.
You blinked. Flipped pages. Nothing else.
You picked up your pen.
“Who are you?”
Moments passed.
Then slowly, like a breath in winter air, letters formed.
“Name’s Arthur Morgan.”
“Where are you?”
“Camp. Horseshoe Overlook. Out in the Heartlands.”
Your brows furrowed. You’d never heard of it. Not in real life.
So you searched. You googled. You pulled up maps.
And it wasn’t on the map. Not now.
But in old records? yes. In dated documents, faded articles from the 1800s, there it was. A region of high ridges, tree-lined cliffs, wide rivers. Settlements long vanished.
The more you wrote, the more he replied.
You told him about smartphones. Microwaves. Music you loved. He asked strange, curious questions.
“So y’mean to tell me folks today carry telegraphs in their damn pockets?”
He made you laugh. You made him smile.
Through the weeks, you learned his voice.
You learned how he softened when you asked about his horse, how quiet he grew when he mentioned the gang, and how gentle he became when he called you “darlin’.”
You told him about your loneliness. Your anxiety. How the world often moved too fast, how sometimes it felt like you were drifting.
He never told you to "just get over it." He never tried to fix you.
He just stayed.
Night after night, entry after entry.
You fell in love slowly, like autumn creeping into summer.
And then, one evening, you asked.
“Arthur… what year is it for you?”
There was a long pause before he answered.
“1899.”
The pen slipped from your hand.
You covered your mouth.
And typed the name.
Arthur Morgan. Outlaw. Van der Linde gang. Died in 1899. No social media. No modern photo. Just a whisper in time, buried beneath fictional retellings and the forgotten west.
You stared at the journal.
“You’re already gone,” you wrote.
He replied. “Not to me. To me, you’re right here.”
You cried that night. Not loud. Just softly, into your pillow, the journal resting beside you like a ghost with weight.
You kept writing.
But the ink grew thinner. His words slower. Fainter.
Until one morning, you opened the book and there was nothing.
No reply.
No new words.
You wrote pages.
“Please, come back.”
“Arthur.”
“I miss you.”
“I need you.”
Nothing.
Not even a flicker.
And then the journal was gone.
You tore apart your apartment. The shelves, the closets. Nothing.
It had disappeared.
Just like him.
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Weeks passed. You didn’t laugh much. Friends didn’t understand. How could they? You had fallen for a man who existed only in ink and whispers, who walked a world of horses and smoke while you lived in the buzz of neon and static.
Eventually, you joined a friend on a camping trip. You weren’t in the mood, but something about the idea of wilderness - open sky, trees, firelight - felt like breathing again.
The campsite was deep in New Hanover, along cliffs where rivers carved like veins into stone. It wasn’t meant to mean anything.
Until you wandered.
Until you climbed the ridge where the wind curled in golden grass and sat on a weathered rock, a stone warmed by sun and time.
And saw it.
A carving.
Faint.
Worn.
“Y/N.”
Etched beneath it, in slow, scratched letters:
“+ A. Morgan.”
And one more:
“Still with you.”
Your breath hitched.
The sky blurred.
You sank to your knees and touched the stone like it might vanish.
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The sun at Clements Point was shining brightly, marking the midday hour, making the atmosphere a golden orange. The reflection of the sun off Flat Iron Lake made the water surface appear orange, making the fish clearly visible in the lake bed. Pearson threw his fishing rod into the lake, hoping his catch would be dinner for the gang members. Though, as luck would have it.
Jack hummed beside Pearson. Standing not far from the lake dock. His eyes were fixed on the crab that was walking sideways on the sand. The stick poked at the crab as he squatted on the sand with barefoots. Both sleeves were rolled up. Jack giggled as he managed to stop the crab from entering his nest.
He then looked at Pearson. "Did you catch the fish, Mister Pearson?"
Pearson glanced at him briefly. "not yet" Pearson replied, slightly loud with a smile at the young boy.
Jack hummed. "I hope you get a lot of fish." he looked back towards the same crab hole but this time, he saw the crab was rolling up the sand at the opening of its nest to close it.
Pearson chuckled. "Well, I hope so" Pearson reeled his rod slightly to attract the attention of the fish. "unless they are smart enough not to take the bait"
Jack stood, his eyes curious about the lake water. "Do fish have brains?"
Pearson shrugged. "Yes, they do. They just don't have minds like us"
Jack nodded, his steps getting closer to the lake. Pearson noticed.
"Don't go near the water, Jack," Pearson warned.
"I want to see the fish," Jack replied.
"Well, you can see it from where you are," Pearson noted. Hands pulled his rod slightly.
Jack pouted. "But I can't see clearly"
"Your Ma's gonna kill me if she sees you near the water" Pearson reminded. Mostly to himself as he was the only one near the lake and Jack.
Jack pouted, fingers fidgeting with each other but his eyes still towards the lake water. He can see bugs and small fish from where he is, obviously. But he wants to feel the lake water under his bare feet. So little by little, he moved closer to the shore of the lake. Pearson's attention was only focused on his fishing rod, not once or twice did he glance back at Jack.
But, before Jack's feet could trace the water of the lake, he was swept away by someone who hugged him from behind and he was lifted like a sack of wheat on someone's shoulder. He yelled.
"hey!"
"don't go near the water, kid" a feminine voice was heard in his ear.
Jack huffed. "you're not fun, Auntie Dhani"
Dhani huffed a laugh. "sure" she took Jack to Abigail's tent. "Your Ma has been looking for you for ages. Ain't you heard her calling your name many times?"
"i was looking at the fish. Mr Pearson was there" Jack replied, he wriggles in Dhani's hold to be taken off the woman's shoulder.
Dhani kneeled to let Jack go. Jack brushes his clothes. He huffed.
Dhani hummed. "No wonder" she glanced at Abigail who was knitting the clothes in her tent. "go to your Ma, kid"
Jack pouted. "I'm bored."
Dhani raised her eyebrows. "what's wrong with your toys? I thought you enjoyed playing it"
"It's not fun anymore," Jack scoffed. Hands fiddle together as he looks down.
Dhani hummed. Of course he did get bored. Being stuck in this camp his whole life. Never once did he see Jack interact with other kids his age. He's been around adults since he was born. Hell, he was born in this gang. So him being bored or feeling in a cage just because his age makes this a valid reason for him to express.
Dhani glanced at Abigail who's attention was only on her stitching then she looked back at the young boy. She tapped her index finger on her knee.
"Tell you what? I go talk to your Ma that we both go into town or something, hanging out or what not? Like how Arthur took you fishing. What do you say?" Dhani suggested.
The young boy's face lit up. "Really? now?"
Dhani smiles, hand patted the boy's head gently. "Sure. You better fetch 'em shoes on your feet. Can't let you go without your shoes on, eh?" Dhani stood up.
Jack nodded several times. "okay!" he ran towards where Abigail was.
Dhani followed Jack from behind. She strides towards Abigail. Abigail looked up from her stitching, She smiled upon seeing Jack in her sight before she settled her gaze on the older woman behind him.
"hi Dhani" Dhani nodded, tipping her hat at Abigail.
"Abigail" Abigail's attention now on Dhani.
"Is something wrong?"
Dhani shook her head. "Well, nothing wrong. Say, would you mind me kidnapping your son for a while?"
Abigail frowned. "why"
"oh, Just wanted to do something for the boy. Let him see ‘round the place. The boy needs to get some air sometime" Dhani said. Hands are placed on the waist.
Abigail stared at her for a moment. Surely she understands what Dhani said. Jack needs to go away from this camp from time to time. Being stuck in here since they first were at Clements Point. Not to mention Jack needs to know the world. How the world works around him so that he doesn't become a frog under a shell. Something that John needs to do as a father. But John. John didn't. From the day Jack was born, he refused to accept that Jack was his son. Given her background he probably thinks Jack could be anyone's son.
It was a bit of a pain for Abigail to let Jack go. Knowing how dangerous the outside world was. It should be John who took him. Not other people. But well, things don't always go the way you want them to.
Abigail put down her clothes and sewing needle on the ground beside her. She then stood up and walked toward where Jack was wearing his shoes. She kneeled beside him.
"stay with Dhani and don't run off. Understand?" Abigail warned, slightly firm to her son.
Jack nodded a few times. Abigail brushes his hair before she ties her son's shoes. Jack stared at how Abigail tied his shoes. The way her hands moved was so gentle and yet those hands always swung at his father whenever they argued. What a way to show love.
Abigail then stood up and brushed her skirt from the dust. Jack stood up and ran towards where Dhani was preparing her own horse. But not before Abigail snatched her son's hand and kissed his cheeks. Jack smiled at this and he hugged his mother before he ran off towards the other woman who was taking out a sugar cube from her own satchel and feeding her horse.
Dhani turned her gaze towards Jack. She smiled. "Ready?"
Jack nodded. "yeah"
Dhani then mounted up and lifted Jack to sit in front of her. The rope was taken before she flicked the rope, signaling Bullseye to go.
"sit well and enjoy the ride" Dhani said as they both walked out of the camp area.
Jack gripped the horn tightly. His back was straight as he looked ahead with an excited smile. This is it. He finally got out of the camp after a long time stuck there. After everything happened at Blackwater, he couldn't get away from his mother. Hence the moment he was able to go fishing with Arthur and Y/n at the Horseshoe. Though, it was interrupted by two men in formal clothes but well, it's been a while anyway.
But now, he gets to see the town. The town that adults always mentioned about. Dhani flicked the reins to quicken her horse's pace. Passing a few people who greeted her and Jack. Only for Dhani to nod at them in return. Jack knows Dhani is not very friendly with other people other than the gang but showing respect to others is one of the ways for people to respect us back.
The two of them were silent throughout the ride. Enjoying the view and quietness around them. Not once did Jack ask Dhani a question as he just looked around the place with amazement. A childlike wonder plastered over his little face. He sits straight against the woman's front. Dhani hummed as she led Bullseye towards a nearby town. She actually has no plans for the boy but seeing that he needs to get out of camp makes Dhani feel that she needs to do something for Jack. Probably buy him some candy or new clothes? Maybe take him to eat at the saloon. Or just show him how the town works. Perhaps she finds something interesting upon arriving there.
"Are we going to the town?" Jack finally opened his mouth.
Dhani shifted her gaze to him. "yup." she replied. "Are you excited?"
"me? Excited? Yes, I am. I've been stuck in camp ever since on the mountain. Ma never let me out of her sight. Except when Miss Holmes and Uncle Arthur take me fishing" he murmured.
Dhani chuckled. "Well, I guess there's a point in kidnapping you" she chirped at Jack's side. Making the boy let out a small giggle.
Jack's grip on the horn tightens. "What do we want to do in town later?"
Dhani hummed in thought. "I don't know. Maybe once we're there we'll know what we want to do"
"Is there a sheep in town? Uncle Sean always talks about it" Jack asked.
"eh. Maybe? Not like Valentine, though. It's a dry town. Maybe you find a stray donkey or dog there. Or maybe even a cat. I'm pretty sure there's a lot of horses" Dhani replied, simply. The explanation that only a child understands.
"I like dogs." Jack muttered. But then his face lightened up. "can we get a dog? I always want a dog. But Ma never let me have it" Jack asked innocently.
Dhani patted the boy's hair affectionately. "we'll see. If we got lucky. Finding a healthy dog is quite impossible in every place anyway"
Jack frowned. "I thought all animals were healthy and safe"
"not all. Some of them carry dangerous diseases. Same as us human" Dhani explained. "But, let's just talk about something else. See that sign, we're close to Rhodes" she pointed out the wooden sign up ahead.
Jack let out an excited sigh. "oh, Can we go to the store? I want to get some candy for Mama" he looked at Dhani with a pleading look that only a 4 year old child can conjure.
Dhani smiled crookedly. "sure. As long as it's not a weird thing like the beetle you saw last"
Jack smiled. "i wish I could keep that beetle"
Dhani whistled. "and have your Ma scold you. Yeah, good luck with that, kid"
Jack was silent for a moment. She was also right about what she said. Maybe, he shouldn't keep the beetle for the sake of his mother's anger. And for the sake of his safety. Not that his mother threatened his safety, her scolding was a dangerous thing. One time he witnessed his father getting scolded by her making his father unable to get close to her and strangely his father suddenly treated him well. Strange.
Not that he didn't like it. It's just that his father wasn't the type to always treat him well. Nor did he raise his voice at him.
Dhani pulled the reins of her horse into the small town compound. People working and all. Greetings one another and new people entered the small town for supplies and business. Not that it was something that wasn't normal. In fact this was a daily routine for them as Dhani had long observed how this town moved. Apparently, the town was guarded by a large family. The sheriff here was proof of who was in charge here. And the whole family feuded between The Braitwaithe. Well, that was also a problem for this small town.
The thing is, Dutch wanted to stir this whole thing. Saying that they needed to play nice and slow to get them to trust us. Talked about laying low. If this town had nothing to do with money or business, they would have all been laying low for a long time. In fact, they could stay in the camp for a few months without the law following them. But well, it's Dutch. He's the one in charge. He's the one who insisted her and Hosea confronted the other family. Not that she didn't like it. It was just too fast. Rushing to be specific.
It's funny. That the whole Blackwater and Valentine things are not far from them yet, they have started to do the same thing again. Talked about laying low. Dhani sighed as she stopped her horse as soon as they arrived in front of the general store. Jack let out an excited sound as he fumbled to get down only for Dhani to hold him from falling and gently scoop him up and get him off Bullseye. Jack ran to the door of the general store.
"Hey, wait up" Dhani scolded him as she got off Bullseye and hitched him up to the wooden bar.
Jack, with his small frame, tried to push the shop door but only barely due to the door being a bit heavy. He then suddenly let out a sneeze. His small frame shook as he sneezed making the woman look at him with concern.
"You alright, Jackie?" Dhani's eyebrows furrowed at the boy. Her face shows worry.
"It's the dust. I don't like it." He replied as he rubbed his own nose. Dhani hummed, slightly wrinkles her own nose too to get rid of the itching caused by the fine sand flying in the air.
"Yeah, me too, kid. Me too" she walked towards the boy. Hand reaching for the door knob of the general store before nodding towards the boy to let him in. "come on, let's get your candy"
Jack's face lightened up at this. Yes, of course. That's what he really wants. So without further ado, he ran inside and looked for the sweets section.
The storekeeper greeted her. His face perked at Dhani's face before the reaction dissolved to professional and polite.
"Welcome. Anything you want, you can ask me" he informed.
Dhani nodded her head at this as she walked around the store, eyes looking at all those shelves with no interest. Not unlike Jack who already found the candy section in the store. His face light up at this as he starts taking several candy which to him is interesting and looks delicious.
Dhani walked towards the dry goods section, eyes narrowed to see the label and price tag before she reached towards the can of fruit. Taking some cans into her hand before she walked towards the counter.
The storekeeper hummed, hands started reaching for the wrapping paper before he glanced at Dhani with interest.
Dhani noticed this. Eyebrows are raised on one side. "Something's wrong?" she asked, slightly annoyed.
The storekeeper diverted his gaze to the can of fruit in front of him. "nothing.."
Dhani narrowed her eyes. Clearly don't take that reason. "Nothing doesn't look like that to me"
The storekeeper stammered a bit. "i- uh.. You're the new deputy? I noticed you work with the sheriff the other day same with the guys"
Dhani made a face at that. "You think women can't do men's work?" Now she looked a bit offended.
The storekeeper shook his head, frantically. "no! nope.. I mean, a certain job, yes. But something like this is kind of-" he gulped. "not for women" he whispered the last sentence, hoping Dhani didn't hear when in fact she did.
Dhani sharpened her gaze at the man's face. Anger is controlled just because Jack is there. Not like she doesn't want to grab the man and throw him over the counter. In fact, she didn't want Jack's day to be ruined with people like this. Dhani smiled, eyes empty looking at the man.
The storekeeper gulped, hands trembling as his gaze was lowered. She then leaned forward and whispered harshly.
"Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I don't have the balls to catch a bullet unlike you sitting behind the table" she whispered harshly, eyes darkened but masked with a smile on her face.
The shopkeeper's face changed dramatically. His face visibly shows terror upon hearing the somewhat calm threat from the mouth of the woman in front of him. He takes a step back a little, hands freeze on the counter. He blinked and hesitantly looked around his shop, avoiding eye contact with Dhani.
"Uh.. Is this all?" he looked down, hand gesturing towards the item that Dhani picked.
She tapped her fingers on the counter and glanced at Jack who was busy looking at the candy. Clearly having a hard time choosing sweets there.
"you're done there Jack?" she asked the boy.
Jack frowned a bit at the sweets before he confidently took one last candy in front of him. He smiles as he walks back to Dhani with a variety of candy in his hand.
"yeah" he replied as he put the candy on the counter that was higher than him.
Dhani hummed and looked again at the shopkeeper "put my items and these sweets in different wraps" she instructed.
The shopkeeper nodded his head - hands already reached another wrapper and wrapped Jack's candy first.
The paper crinkled softly as the shopkeeper worked, fingers still a little unsteady. He tied the string tighter than necessary, like that might keep his nerves from spilling out along with the goods.
Jack watched with wide, eager eyes, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet.
“Careful now,” Dhani muttered, one hand resting lightly on the boy’s shoulder to keep him from knocking into the counter. “Ain’t gonna run away, those candies.”
“I know,” Jack said quickly, though he leaned forward anyway, chin barely reaching the edge of the counter. “I just wanna see which one I’m gonna eat first.”
Dhani huffed a quiet laugh under her breath.
The shopkeeper finished wrapping and slid the two parcels across. “That’ll be—” he named the price, voice still cautious.
Dhani didn’t haggle. Didn’t even blink. She reached into her satchel, pulled out the money, and set it down with a firm tap.
“Keep the change,” she said flatly.
The man nodded a little too quickly. “Yes, ma’am.”
Dhani picked up both parcels, handing the smaller one to Jack. “Don’t open it yet.”
Jack hugged it to his chest like treasure. “I won’t.”
He absolutely would.
Dhani pushed the door open, the bell above it jingling as they stepped back into the dusty Rhodes street. The sun hadn’t softened any-if anything, it felt hotter now, baking the red dirt until it clung to boots and hems alike.
Jack squinted, then looked around, his excitement bubbling right back up.
“There’s so many people,” he whispered, like he might scare them off if he spoke too loud.
“Town tends to have that effect,” Dhani replied dryly, adjusting her hat as her gaze swept the street.
Men loitered near the saloon. A wagon rattled past. Somewhere down the road, a dog barked lazily from the shade of a porch.
Jack perked up immediately. “A dog!”
Before he could dart off, Dhani’s hand caught the back of his shirt.
“Uh-uh,” she warned. “What did your Ma say?”
Jack deflated slightly. “Don’t run off…”
“Good. You remember.” Dhani crouched down to his level, her tone softening just a notch. “You wanna see the dog, you ask. You don’t just go runnin’ like a headless chicken, alright?”
Jack nodded. “Alright.”
She released him, but her hand stayed close, ready.
“Come on then,” Dhani said, straightening. “Let’s go meet your mighty fine town dog.”
They walked over together, slower this time. The dog-a scruffy, sunbaked thing with one ear bent-lifted its head as they approached, tail giving a cautious wag.
Jack crouched down, eyes shining. “Hi…”
The dog sniffed the air, then stepped closer, curious.
Dhani watched carefully, arms crossed loosely. “Let him come to you.”
Jack stayed still-well, as still as a four-year-old could manage. The dog nudged his hand, and Jack let out a delighted giggle.
“He likes me!”
“Looks like it,” Dhani said, a faint smile tugging at her lips.
Jack gently patted the dog’s head. “Can we take him home?”
Dhani snorted. “You just met the fella.”
“But he’s nice…”
“Yeah, and he probably belongs to someone. Or belongs to the whole town.” She tilted her head slightly. “Besides, you ready to explain that to your Ma?”
Jack hesitated.
“…maybe not.”
“Thought so.”
The dog lingered a moment longer before wandering off, losing interest.
Jack watched it go, a little wistful – but not upset.
Dhani nudged his shoulder lightly. “Hey. Ain’t done yet.”
Jack looked up. “What now?”
She jerked her chin toward the street. “We got a whole town to see. Ain’t you the one askin’ all them questions earlier?”
Jack’s grin came right back. “Yeah!”
“Then come on,” Dhani said, starting forward. “Let’s see if Rhodes got anything worth rememberin’.”
Jack hurried after her, clutching his candy, eyes wide again as the world opened up in front of him – bigger than camp, louder than camp, and just a little bit dangerous in a way he didn’t quite understand yet.
Dhani, however, did.
And as they walked, her gaze drifted – brief, sharp – toward the far end of the street, where a pair of well-dressed men stood in the shade, watching.
Her expression didn’t change.
But her hand found Jack’s shoulder again.
Guiding him just a little closer to her side.
The laughter and chatter of Rhodes carried on like nothing was wrong.
Boots scraped against wooden planks. A bottle shattered somewhere near the saloon, followed by a burst of drunken yelling. A woman’s voice cut through it all, sharp and unimpressed. Just another ordinary afternoon.
But Dhani’s attention wasn’t on any of that.
Her eyes stayed on the two men.
Clean suits. Dustless boots. Hats tipped just low enough to shadow their faces—but not enough to hide the way they watched.
Not locals.
Jack tugged lightly at her sleeve. “Can we go there?” he pointed toward a small stand across the road, where a man was selling fresh bread and pies.
Dhani blinked, snapping her focus back to the boy. Her expression softened instantly.
“Yeah,” she said, voice easy again. “We can do that.”
She guided him across the street, one hand firm on his shoulder. Not rushed. Not nervous. Just… deliberate.
The kind of calm that didn’t invite questions.
As they passed, she caught it—movement from the corner of her eye.
The two men shifted.
Not much.
But enough.
Dhani filed it away.
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The smell of warm bread hit them before they even reached the stand.
Jack inhaled deeply. “That smells so good…”
“Told you town’s got better things than Pearson’s cookin’ sometimes,” Dhani muttered.
“Hey!” Jack protested, though he giggled right after.
The vendor smiled at them. “Afternoon. What can I get you?”
Dhani nodded toward the boy. “Pick something.”
Jack stared at the options like it was the hardest decision of his life.
“…that one,” he said finally, pointing at a small fruit pie.
“Good choice,” the vendor said, already reaching for it.
Dhani paid without fuss, handing the pie down to Jack.
“Careful, it’s hot,” she warned.
Jack nodded, holding it with both hands like it might disappear if he didn’t.
They stepped aside, finding a bit of shade near the edge of the boardwalk.
Jack took a careful bite—and his face lit up instantly.
“It’s really good!”
Dhani smirked. “Yeah? Worth leavin’ camp for?”
Jack nodded enthusiastically, mouth full. “Mm-hmm!”
She leaned back against the wooden post, arms loosely crossed—but her eyes never stopped moving.
Windows.
Alleys.
Reflections in glass.
And then—
There.
Across the street again.
The same two men.
Closer now.
One of them tilted his head slightly, like he was confirming something. The other murmured something under his breath.
Jack didn’t notice.
Too busy with his pie.
Dhani exhaled slowly through her nose.
Not law.
Didn’t carry themselves like it.
Not drunkards either.
Too clean. Too still.
Her jaw tightened just a fraction.
Jack tugged her sleeve again. “Can we go to the saloon next? Uncle Arthur said they got piano there.”
Dhani glanced down at him.
Then back up at the men.
A beat.
“…yeah,” she said finally. “We can do that.”
She pushed off the post and took Jack’s hand this time—not just guiding him, but holding it.
Firm.
Protective.
They stepped off the boardwalk and headed toward the saloon.
Behind them, boots followed.
Not rushing.
Not hiding.
Just… following.
Dhani didn’t turn around.
Didn’t need to.
Her grip on Jack’s hand tightened just slightly.
“Stay close,” she murmured.
Jack looked up at her, sensing something in her tone.
“…okay.”
The piano music drifted out from the saloon doors as they approached—lively, careless, loud. A perfect place to disappear into a crowd.
Or get cornered.
Dhani pushed the doors open.
And stepped inside—with Jack right at her side, and trouble walking in just a few seconds behind them.
The saloon doors swung shut behind them with a dull thud, swallowing the heat and dust of Rhodes in exchange for dim light, thick smoke, and the sharp scent of whiskey.
A piano clattered cheerfully in the corner—fast fingers, careless rhythm. Laughter burst from a poker table nearby, followed by a string of curses when someone lost.
Jack’s eyes went wide.
“Woah…”
Dhani allowed herself a faint smirk. “Don’t get used to it.”
Her hand never left his.
They moved further inside, weaving through bodies and chairs. A few heads turned—some curious, some amused at the sight of a child in a place like this—but no one stopped them.
Dhani guided Jack toward a quieter spot along the wall, near a support beam where she had a clear view of both the entrance… and the back exit.
Always two ways out.
“Stay here,” she murmured, crouching slightly to meet his eyes. “And don’t talk to anyone unless I say so. You understand?”
Jack nodded, though his excitement had dimmed just a little. “Are we in trouble?”
Dhani’s expression softened—for him, and only him.
“No,” she said gently. “Just bein’ careful.”
He nodded again.
Satisfied, Dhani straightened—just as the saloon doors creaked open behind them.
No need to look.
She already knew.
Bootsteps. Slow. Measured.
Not drunk. Not careless.
The two men entered like they belonged, but their eyes swept the room too deliberately. One lingered near the door, the other drifted toward the bar.
Splitting up.
Dhani exhaled quietly.
*Alright…*
Her fingers tapped once against her thigh—a habit, a rhythm of thought.
Jack tugged lightly at her sleeve again. “The piano’s nice…”
“Yeah,” she replied absently, eyes still scanning. “Real nice.”
The man at the bar ordered a drink. Didn’t touch it.
Instead, his gaze flicked—brief, sharp—toward Dhani.
Confirmed.
Her.
Dhani shifted her stance, subtly placing herself more between Jack and the rest of the room.
“Jack,” she said under her breath.
“Yeah?”
“If I tell you to run, you run to the door and don’t stop. You hear me?”
Jack froze.
“…run?”
She glanced down at him—just for a second—and gave a small, reassuring smile.
“Only if I say so.”
He swallowed, then nodded.
“Okay…”
Dhani looked back up.
The second man had started moving again—circling, slow, casual. Like a wolf pretending not to stalk.
Too clean.
Too coordinated.
Not bounty hunters.
Not Pinkertons.
Something else.
The man at the bar finally lifted his glass—but instead of drinking, he spoke.
Loud enough.
“Didn’t expect to find you here.”
Dhani didn’t turn.
“Funny,” she replied coolly. “I was thinkin’ the same.”
A pause.
The room carried on, unaware. Piano, laughter, glasses clinking.
But around them—space had opened. Subtle. Instinctive.
People sensed tension, even if they didn’t understand it.
The second man stopped a few paces away.
“Nice town,” he said. “Shame what’s been happenin’ around it.”
Dhani tilted her head slightly, eyes still forward. “Ain’t my concern.”
“Everything’s someone’s concern,” the first man replied.
Now she turned.
Slow.
Measured.
Her gaze met his—and there it was.
Recognition.
Not of the man.
But of the type
The same kind of eyes that watched too closely… that measured, calculated…
Just like the ones Y/n had described.
Just like the ones from before.
Dhani’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.
“Say what you came to say,” she muttered.
The man smiled faintly.
“We’re just lookin’ for someone.”
Dhani scoffed. “Ain’t everyone.”
His eyes flicked briefly to Jack.
Big mistake.
Dhani moved without thinking—just a step, but enough to block that line of sight completely.
The air shifted.
Sharp.
Dangerous.
Her voice dropped, cold as steel.
“You keep your eyes off the boy.”
The smile on the man’s face didn’t fade.
But it changed.
“Then I suppose,” he said quietly, “we’re definitely in the right place.”
Silence stretched.
The piano kept playing.
But now… it sounded distant.
Like it belonged to another world entirely.
Dhani’s fingers twitched near her holster.
Not drawing.
Not yet.
But close.
Very close.
And beside her, Jack stood very, very still—his small hand clutching the paper-wrapped candy, heart pounding as he realized…
This wasn’t just a trip to town anymore.
For a moment, nothing moved.
Not Dhani.
Not the men.
Not even Jack—though his small fingers tightened around the crinkled paper in his hands.
The piano carried on, almost mockingly cheerful.
Then—
A chair scraped loudly somewhere behind them.
The tension snapped just enough.
Dhani shifted her weight, just slightly, placing her boot half a step forward. A stance. Grounded. Ready.
“Last chance,” she said, voice low. “You say what you want, then you walk out.”
The man at the bar let out a quiet chuckle, setting his untouched drink down.
“We ain’t here for trouble.”
“Funny,” Dhani replied, “you brought it anyway.”
The second man took another step closer.
Not close enough to touch.
Close enough to threaten.
Jack’s breathing hitched.
Dhani felt it.
Without looking, her hand reached back—finding his shoulder, grounding him.
“I said stay,” she murmured.
“I am…” Jack whispered.
The man’s gaze softened for a fraction of a second as he watched that exchange.
Not sympathy.
Assessment.
“Kid shouldn’t be here,” he said.
Dhani’s eyes snapped to him. “Then you picked the wrong place to start talkin’.”
A beat.
Then the first man sighed, like this was all getting inconvenient.
“We’re lookin’ for a woman,” he said plainly. “Sharp eyes. Thinks too much. Likes stickin’ her nose where it don’t belong.”
Dhani didn’t react.
Didn’t blink.
Didn’t even breathe differently.
But inside—
*Y/n.*
Of course.
Her tone stayed flat. “That don’t narrow it down much.”
The man’s lips twitched. “It does for us.”
He reached slowly into his coat.
Dhani’s hand dropped to her holster in the same instant.
The room shifted again—closer to chaos now. A few patrons were already inching away. The bartender froze mid-wipe.
Jack’s heart pounded so loud he was sure everyone could hear it.
“Easy,” the man said, pulling out… a folded paper.
Not a gun.
Not yet.
He held it up between two fingers.
“Ain’t a weapon.”
Dhani didn’t relax.
“Drop it on the table,” she said.
He did.
Slowly.
Then nudged it forward.
Dhani didn’t move to pick it up.
“Open it,” he added.
She stared at him for a long second.
Then, without taking her eyes off his face, she reached out—snatched the paper—and unfolded it with one hand.
A sketch.
Rough.
But clear enough.
A woman’s face.
Sharp. Intelligent eyes.
Familiar.
Dhani’s grip tightened just slightly.
Y/n Holmes.
Jack peeked from behind her arm. “…that’s Miss Holmes…”
Dhani folded the paper in one sharp motion.
Too late.
Both men heard.
And just like that—
Everything changed.
The second man’s attention snapped fully to Jack.
“Well now,” he murmured. “That’s helpful.”
Dhani moved. Fast. Her arm swept back, pulling Jack behind her in one motion, pushing him toward the wall.
“Back,” she ordered.
Jack stumbled but obeyed, pressing himself against the wood, clutching his candy like it might protect him.
Dhani stepped forward, fully between him and the men now. Her hand rested firm on her gun.
“No more talkin’,” she said coldly. “You’re done here.”
The first man tilted his head.
“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”
“You came into a room with a child,” Dhani shot back. “It’s already harder than it needs to be.”
A flicker of something passed between the two men.
Annoyance.
Calculation.
Risk.
The saloon had gone quieter now. Not silent—but watchful. People sensed the edge of something about to break.
The second man exhaled slowly.
“…this ain’t the place.”
“No,” the first agreed. His eyes lingered on Dhani. “But we’ll find one.”
Dhani didn’t respond. Didn’t move. Didn’t blink.
After a tense second, the first man stepped back.
Then another.
The second followed.
Step by step, they retreated toward the door. But before stepping out, the first man paused—hand on the handle. He looked back. Right at Dhani.
“Tell her,” he said quietly, “To stop digging empty graves.”
Then they were gone. The doors swung shut behind them. And just like that. The noise came rushing back. Piano. Voices. Glasses. Like nothing happened.
Dhani stayed still for a few seconds longer. Then. She turned.
Jack was pressed against the wall, eyes wide, breathing uneven. “…Auntie Dhani…”
She crouched in front of him immediately, hands steady on his shoulders. “Hey. Hey—look at me.”
He did.
“You’re alright,” she said firmly. “They didn’t touch you. You did good.”
Jack swallowed. “Are they bad men?”
Dhani didn’t answer right away. Her jaw tightened.
“…yeah,” she said finally. “They are.”
Jack nodded slowly. Then held up the crinkled paper of candy.
“…can I eat one now?”
For a split second—
Dhani just stared at him. Then she huffed out a quiet, almost disbelieving laugh.
“Yeah, kid,” she said, ruffling his hair gently. “Yeah, you can.”
But as Jack carefully unwrapped a piece—
Dhani stood back up. Her eyes drifted to the saloon doors. Her expression hardened.
*They’re already close.*
“…damn it,” she muttered under her breath.
Because this – This wasn’t just trouble anymore. This was a hunt.
Great, now two times a bad guys interrupted Jack's precious time. Just great.
Not long after the incident, Dhani decided it was time to go home after Jack got his precious time and the candies ran out. Hands lifted the boy to be placed in front of her before she flicked the reins for Bullseye to walk.
The two were silent the whole way. Both enjoying the silence and Jack full with candies in his belly and Dhani keep thinking about earlier. No doubt the last message they said to her was about Y/n's brother.
Stop digging an empty grave.
If it's an empty grave then why are they busy warning Y/n not to dig deeper when Y/n already dig deeper than that. Last Dhani knew that she and Arthur tracked down someone. Could it be that's what they mean?.
Could it be Y/n already suspected her brother's death was a bit fishy. Of course she did.
She's a detective. For god's sake. Dhani sighs.
But those men knew Dhani. As far as she knew, she and Y/n rarely left camp together due to both of them being busy with their respective chores. Are they-
No. She was shot by a group of soldiers. Those men might not be the same people who shot her but from the same army. Their clothes, their personality and body language were clear as an army.
Y/n's brother was in the army. Could it be that they were in the same army as her brother?
Dhani frowned. It must be. If not why those army men messed with them. It must be because of that. She needed to tell Y/n after this.
The dusty road ahead, the same vulture perched on a tree watching Dhani with empty eyes from afar.
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"Going somewhere?"
Y/n jerked in surprise, turning to see Dhani leaning against the wagon. Watching her put the bag on the horse.
Y/n blinked a few times. Hands still on the saddle. She's trying to form a word.
Dhani raised an eyebrow. "I saw you and Arthur fight yesterday and all of a sudden you both made up again. Something going on?"
Y/n looked at her hesitantly. "well,-"
"You know you can tell me too, right? I'm not an idiot like Sean. Plus, I'm like Arthur's twin. We're both basically the same person, only different gender and personality." Dhani walked closer, not enough to crowd her. "Is there trouble with Arthur? Is he being stupid again?"
Y/n smiled faintly and shook her head. "more like me being an idiot" she tightened the tie on the saddle.
Dhani snickered. "I don't believe that" she looked at Y/n for a moment. Having expected some sort of chuckle out of her but nothing. Dhani frowned.
“ You’re serious?"
Y/n just kept quiet. Dhani shook her head.
"damn" she cursed. "what is it?"
Y/n stopped and looked at Dhani with hesitation. Hands fidgeting with each other. "I'm going back to Blackwater"
Dhani looked at her with disbelief. Eyes widened, mouth slightly agape. "what?"
"Blackwater. I need to confirm or- Find something there. Might as well check my flat again if there is-"
"- you want to go back to Blackwater? There's Pinkerton everywhere" Dhani stated, voice slightly firm. Her gaze hardened but softened soon finding Y/n determined look.
"Is that why you and Arthur-?" she gestured her hands to Y/n.
Y/n nodded her head. Eyes looked down.
Dhani nodded her head.
Don't ask a lot of questions.
But understand.
Because she and her have many things on their plates.
Dhani sighed, fingers rubbing her nose. "just careful. Men after you already met me and Jack in Rhodes, now you want to go to Blackwater alone"
Y/n's eyes darted to Dhani's face. "what?"
"You know. Those smart looking men after you? They met me and Jack in Rhodes. Looking for you and hand me your picture" she muttered. "But they did say something, though," Dhani added. "they said to stop digging an empty grave. Sound a bit vague but I believe you know what it means"
Y/n walked closer to Dhani cautiously. "Is Jack ok? Are you ok?"
"Nahh, we're both okay. Besides, we're all at the Saloon. Those men didn't want to make a scene there. Too much attention." Dhani replied.
Y/n sighed in relief. She shook her head at this. Probably feeling guilty with the turn of events. Though, it wasn't her fault but her action had consequences. And it was all this.
"I'm sorry they bothered you. Especially with all this." Y/n muttered with guilt.
Dhani shook her head and put her hand on Y/n's shoulder. She smiled. "It's not your fault they bothered us."
"But they messed you up all because of what I did" Y/n replied.
"Well, they mess with outlaws who have high bounties in all the states they're in. It's not like we don't know how to handle them. Besides, ain't you coming to us for protection?"
"but still-"
"Holmes" Dhani tilted her head to the side slightly, eyes sharpened at Y/n. "There's nothing wrong asking for help. You ask for help and we help you. You give us help, we give you protection. That's what we do. ‘Sides you're one of us, now"
Miss Holmes looked at Dhani with surprise. Probably because she never heard people say that. Talk about the Holmes family. But hearing from someone who is against the law and has a high bounty on their head. It's quite.. Different. It feels genuine.
Y/n nodded her head and returned her smile. The older woman patted her shoulder before backing away. Adjusting her hat she nodded towards Y/n's horse.
"Need help packing?" she offered.
Y/n shook her head, dismissed. "no, I think I can manage it well"
Dhani hummed. "Alright." she nodded and excused herself but not before she looked at Y/n one last time. "Come back safe," she said firmly.
"with ten fingers" Y/n replied.
Dhani grinned and tipped her head at Y/n before walking away. That was that. The conversation. Between them. Mostly Dhani doesn't open up anymore about things that are a bit personal to her like this. She's not that kind of person. But when things become things that we can't control. We also need to find the reason why it's complicated. Even it touches on some sensitive subjects. Things between Y/n and Arthur. Let them finish. They are both adults. They can think. Dhani rubbed her healed abdomen. The phantom pain still lingered even though it had healed and left only a bright red scar.
But the memory is still there. Talk about the scar. Dhani's eyes widened as she remembered some things she needed to share with Y/n.
Without further ado, she ran back to Y/n who finally finished packing.
"Y/n" Dhani called.
Y/n turned surprised at seeing her again. "Dhani? Do you need something?"
Dhani shook her head. "Just want to share my thoughts on-" she nodded several times as if gesturing towards what Y/n is working on.
Y/n frowned. Now her attention is on Dhani. "my case?"
"yes. Your case." Dhani clenched her jaw. "You know I was shot by a group of soldiers right?"
Y/n frowned. "Yes. I told you I'd find out who they were, right?"
Dhani nodded. "Of course you would. But.. What if they're from where your brother works? What if they're the same force as your brother, like a place of work. Your brother was a soldier here, right?"
Y/n was quiet for a moment. Her forehead furrowed trying to process but it didn't take long for her to figure it out as she looked at Dhani with newfound determination.
"Of course.. Yes. Why didn't I think?" she grinned. "Oh, Miss Morgan, you're a genius! You and Arthur have helped me a lot"
Dhani hummed. "just share my thoughts. It was nothing" she shrugged.
Y/n shook her head. "Are all Morgans always doubting themselves?"
"We're the only Morgans you know, Holmes" Dhani rolled her eyes.
Y/n snickered. "oh, you," she sighed. "i guess i need to expand my search in Blackwater"
Dhani nodded, slightly unsure of what she meant. "Just don't poking the wasp nest. There's been a lot of wasps after you and we don't want that. Besides, you're alone in Blackwater - not something Arthur would allow"
"Well, he did let me go to Blackwater. I have old friends there. Don't worry" Y/n assured.
Dhani nodded. "Okay.. Okay" Dhani backed away. "Just be more careful. Not everyone we can trust" eyes suddenly darted towards her brother who walked towards Y/n with an unreadable look.
Y/n nodded. "of course. Yes.. I'll keep that in mind."
Dhani, for the last time tipped her head back to Y/n. Excusing herself. Seeing that Y/n attention now to Arthur she walked back to her own tent.
"Aunt Dhani"
She looked down. There Jack stood with something in his hands. Innocent eyes looked at her excitedly.
"yes, Jack? Need more candies?" she joked.
Jack giggled. "No. Mom didn't let me eat candy. Said I spoiled my lunch."
Dhani grinned. "Well, she's not wrong. You gotta need some real food in you to become stronger"
Jack shyly looked at her. "I'm making you a drawing. Ma said I should thank you for taking me to town earlier." he showed her the drawing.
Dhani's eyes widened in surprise as she took that piece of art. As she would call it though it was just a child's drawing. But this is Jack. She will call it art even if an expert painter criticizes her.
"aw, Jack. This is.. Nice" she put the drawing on her chest with her right hand while her left hand patted his head affectionately. "thank you"
Jack grinned at her before he ran away towards the edge of the camp where Sean could see him as he guarded the entrance.
Dhani huffed a smile before folding the paper and putting it in his pocket. She then continued her journey towards his safe place, her tent. Kaki stepped forward, Dutch with his charismatic self suddenly called out her name with his usual tone.
A sense of urgency was displayed in the tone of his voice.
"Dhani" he called.
Dhani, back turning towards Dutch, rolled her eyes before turning her body towards Dutch with slight annoyed on her face. So much for resting.
"Dutch?" she walked towards him.
Dutch walked out of his tent.
Dhani stood in front of her, hands on her belt. "What now? You're sweating yet, Dutch?" she stated, one hand loosening up her collar shirt trying to get cool air in this swampy hot place.
Dutch clenched his jaw. Sweat wet his forehead. His sleeves are rolled up. His blazer gone leaving him only a vest and shirt. Clearly he was also affected by the hot air like the others.
"Of course I'm sweating. We're in some disease-ridden, swampy, dixie-whistling shithole." Dutch responded with hands gesturing all over the place. His voice is tight. He was clearly pissed off with this.
Dhani chuckled, shook her head several times. "I mean about what Trelawny said, about these bounty hunters?" she corrected. "But I get what you mean by that. Just saw Arthur open up his button just to show Miss Holmes his chest hair. Claiming that it was hot" she rolled her eyes.
Dutch laughed a bit before he replied with seriousness and determination. Ignoring the last sentence. "Not sweating as such, but maybe a little gentle perspiration. Until we know more, ain't too much harm wasting good liquor on sweating."
Dhani scratched her cheek as she listened to Dutch's words. "So?" she blurted.
Dutch looked at her with a raised eyebrow. The one look Dhani knows that she will be given a task by him.
"So, I think you should pay Mr. Trelawny a visit and find out exactly what he knows and who he spoke to. Take Charles with you." He patted her shoulder before he sighed in content. "Oh, the sight of the pair of you would make a statue sing out its secrets."
Dhani frowned at that. "what the hell does that mean?"
Dutch looked at her mischievously before he walked away without further explanation. Oh, that teasing bastard.
Dhani rolled her eyes at him and with a sigh, she walked towards where Charles was. Who was sitting on the bench next to his tent while sharpening his knife, He looked so focused. Like everything around him disappeared. But Dhani knows that. Even if he looks quiet, he actually listens and is alert to everything. Sometimes, having a job with him makes Dhani grateful for his personality. He doesn't complain much like Sean or Bill. And that's a good thing about him. He asked no questions.
Dhani stood before him. Charles stopped and looked up at her.
Dhani pursed her lips before she sighed. "Charles, I need you for some business in town. Come with me?"
Like Dhani predicted, Charles got up from his seat and nodded.
"Okay" he replied, simply and with no further questions.
Dhani hummed and walked towards Bullseye with Charles tailing behind her and went to his horse.
Soon, they both ride to the compound outside the camp with Dhani leading Charles in front. Charles flicked his horse to match speed with Dhani. He glanced at her.
"So… where are we going?" he asked.
Dhani glanced at him briefly, eyes back to the front. "Dutch wants us to have a... talk, with Trelawny, about these bounty hunters who are coming for us. Hoping he can tell us who they are, or where they're coming from" she explained.
He nodded with understanding. "okay" he said. He then looked at her knowingly. "And you're deputies now?"
Dhani sighed in exasperation. "Dutch make me. He knows that a woman can't be a deputy but I don't know how he convinced the sheriff to give me the badge. I knew Dutch was going to play him like a fiddle."
He chuckled. Clearly he finds it entertaining. "On the run from one bunch of lawmen, working for another. Interesting."
Dhani snickered. "yeah, suddenly I'm like Miss Holmes" she rolled her eyes. " 'sides, it's 'Hiding in plain sight,' Dutch calls it."
"Saw Miss Holmes packing her things. Someone needs her somewhere, I believe. Strange to see that Arthur didn't come with her. Usually those two are pinched like clams." Charles glanced at her in question.
Dhani rubbed her chin. "She's going to Blackwater for some personal stuff. Well, you know. Arthur is clearly against it but he has no choice and no right to stop her anyway. That's why he doesn't follow her. You know.. Pinkertons and all"
Charles hummed. "that explains the argument."
"you heard, eh? Well, they did fight but all is well again" she shrugged. "How long will she be there? I don't know. But it sure as hell Arthur is going to be restless knowing she's alone there."
Charles made a sound of agreement. "Hmm.. Those two. I don't understand why they don't see that they care about each other. Everyone in camp sees it. Hell, even Jack too."
Dhani let out a weary sigh. "Well, Arthur probably doesn't want the same thing to happen again"
Charles glanced at her with raised eyebrows. "Mary?"
Dhani hummed in confirmation. "Let's just wait and see. I guess"
Charles nodded. Eyes focused on the road. "So, spirits seem good... in the new camp, I mean."
Dhani looked at him. "We got some space between us and that mess now. Ain't seen no more Pinkertons for a while. There's these bounty hunters of course, and those people who are after Y/n too but… Dutch don't seem too worried about it." her mind replaying the shooting, making her clenched her fist on the reins.
"Can't believe they're still coming after us. We didn't even get away with the money!" Charles replied.
Dhani let out a sharp breath. "yeah, well. They won't stop as long as we're all not six feet under" she shook her head. "And they don't know that we don't have that money too."
"but still.. With everything going on. It's just a bit of a mess up.” He shook his head. “ You okay? The wound I mean. Is Miss Holmes saying what about it? I know it's not her fault but I felt like she knows who's those men judging by how she seems close off about it"
Dhani pursed her lips. "I did share some thoughts about those men to her and yeah, I'm good. Hosea finally let me do a job with him. That old man wouldn't stop pestering me."
Charles nodded in understanding. Having watched from the shadows, all things happened around him.
Now that the two of them were close to Rhodes, Dhani, just remembered why she's here looking at Charles.
"We gotta find Trelawny, though. He's been staying here for a while."
"Trelawny... I've only met him a couple of times, but he's... he's a strange one." Charles stated.
Dhani snickered. "just don't believe his charming words. That posh man may look like that but he sure as hell is just like us but only theatrical in his own way" She paused. “Fear not, he's just a cockroach in fancy britches. But he gets into nooks and crannies the rest of us can't."
"That's a good thing, right?" Charles replied.
"Good only if he doesn't scurry off again. Otherwise, we might see him ten years from now." Dhani replied with sarcasm.
Soon, they arrived at a small camp area. with only a few caravans around but one stood out of place indicating that's where Trelawny was staying.
"We're here," Dhani announced. Slow down Bullseye before sliding off of him.
Charles followed her. Both of them walked towards seemingly an empty caravan. Dhani frowned. Hand to her holster. She waved her two fingers to Charles to be careful as they both stepped into the empty caravan.
No Josiah Trelawny on sight. Dhani grumbled. Of course. He's gone again.
Charles walked towards the bedroom. "Looks like someone got here first." he nodded towards the mess in the bedroom.
Dhani walked slowly towards it. Scanning for the unusual. Indeed it's a bit messy. Chairs overturned, sheets and blankets on the floor, tables turned and things like food cans littered the floor.
"So it seems" Dhani muttered as she read some note left by Trelawny.
Tacitus Kilgore mining company certificate.
Well, it seems like Arthur has a secret mining company. He got a lot of money to go to Tahiti for sure.
Charles' voice broke her reverie. "By the looks of things, it wasn't a social call." Charles walked into the living room.
"check the house. We might find some clues." Dhani ordered as she walked towards the small kitchen.
Food untouched. Piling plate in the sink. Food cans littered the shelves and floor. Dhani frowned.
"This food's barely touched... looks like he left in a hurry. Bed's not made, so he must have been here recently." she noted. Suddenly, her eyes focused on a pool of blood on the floor. She knelt, inspecting the blood.
“Found anything?” Charles asked.
“There's some blood here… that ain't good." she replied, stood up and adjusted her holster. Her face tight at this. "he struggle"
Charles hummed. "Big struggle. Pretty recently, I'd say. I guess, maybe, uh… twelve hours ago?" Charles made an assumption.
Dhani looked around the caravan. "But no body?"
Charles walked towards the back door. "Not yet. Hmm, look. Tracks."
Dhani walked out of the caravan. Whistle for Bullseye. "They might not go far from here if we can see their tracks"
Charles nodded as he saddled up Taima. "indeed. Come on… They went down the path here…" Charles lead. "how's your tracking these days?" he asked her.
"Great. Caught myself a cougar when hunting with Hosea a few days ago" Dhani replied proudly.
Charles smiled. "Well… lead the way, then," he replied, looking at her expectantly.
Dhani rolled her eyes before she looked down at the tracks. "down here. Toward the forest"
Charles followed her from behind, eyes also inspecting the tracks.
"Not the kind of place I'd expect to see Trelawny staying in." Dhani spoke up.
"No?" Charles replied.
"Normally scams himself into the best hotel in town." Dhani scoffed.
Dhani started picking up speed. Charles followed suit.
"You know... when me and Javier went down with Trelawny to get Sean, after the bar fight? I swear he talked the whole way and never actually said a damn thing." He retorted.
Dhani chuckled. Shook her head several times and looked at Charles with amusement. "I thought you knew that's his special talent." she mused before she turned towards the tracks. "They could be twenty miles away by now."
"We can track them that far if we need to. It depends on how much you want to find them." Charles ventured. Looking at Dhani knowingly.
Dhani huffed a breath and shook her head. Not feeling a bit confident about tracking that far towards the unknown danger. "Yeah… I still ain't sure about that. 'sides, we ain't sure what we'll see later. Could be wild animals or those Lemoyne raiders."
Charles hummed in understanding. "They must'a crossed over the tracks. These tracks lead into the forest here." he noted, reminded of what Dhani already said earlier.
Dhani sped up a bit with Charles following suit but with caution. Dhani nodded towards a small camp up ahead of them.
"Hey, look. Let's go see what those fellers have to say." she gestured towards the small camp where they saw two men sitting around the fire.
Charles nodded. They both moved towards where two men were sitting hovering near the bonfire. One single tent was pitched behind them. One man sits on a chair while the other on a bedroll. Two horse hitches next to their camp. Obviously it's their horse.
Dhani slides off Bullseye while Charles does the same thing. Two men looked up. Looking at them cautiously.
"Excuse me," Dhani said. Stopping before him while Charles stood beside her.
"yeah?" the man in the chair replied. Didn't bother to stand up but Dhani could clearly see both of them seem to be on guard and trying to size both Dhani and Charles up. Trying to threaten both. Showing who is in charge when in reality both men are nothing compared to Dhani and Charles.
"Have you seen… we're, uh… we're looking for our friend." Dhani spoke with a calm tone.
Charles walked slowly around the camp with calm and measured steps. Eyes looking around observing the odds. Both men's attention seems to only be on Dhani.
The man, sitting on the chair. The leader as Dhani can see that he is busy talking and replying. "I don't think he's here..." he stated.
Dhani and Charles looked at each other.
"Nah… you seen a strange sort of feller… sort of formal? With a sort of accent? Can't miss that one" Dhani noted. still calm and measured. Trying to steer it slowly without appearing as a threat. When in fact they are if those two men don't cooperate.
The man on the chair grinned. He clearly did not take this seriously. "Strange, sure. Formal, no." he snickered. His partner snorted, holding back laughter.
Dhani frowned. Charles walked forward and took a cane next to the men's tent. The cane looks fancy with carvings and handles that only the elite use. Something like Josiah Trelawny uses.
The man sitting on the bedroll immediately stood up. His partner was still sitting on the chair but looking at him, Dhani clearly saw that their lies would not last long.
Dhani already knows that they are bounty hunters and knows where Trelawny is.
"He uses a cane, looks a lot like this one." Charles stated, throwing away the cane. His eyes sharpened towards them.
Slowly. Very slowly the leader started to get up and looked at Dhani with a slow deliberate movement as if trying to threaten her.
Dhani keeps calm. Charles had an eye-to-eye fight with another man. He is too calm.
Having had enough with their bullshit, Dhani began to open her mouth.
"Alright you two… Where the hell is he?" she commanded with a firm voice.
But then, two men started throwing fists at Dhani and Charles.
Both Dhani and Charles quickly dodged them with Dhani punching the leader in the face while Charles threw another man over his shoulder.
Both men seemingly did not expect that they both could overpower them, especially Dhani who, a woman, overpower the man twice her size.
Dhani kicked the man's knee making the man cry out in pain and kneel before being silenced with a punch to the face by Dhani. Simple and fast the man went unconscious.
Dhani rubbed her hands and cracked her knuckles. Charles manages to make the other man lose his footing, making the man lie on the ground with Charles' leg on his chest. Step on him to stop him from getting up.
Dhani walked slowly towards where the man was pinned down by Charles. His face blossomed with bruises that were increasing with blood coming out of the corner of his mouth. Both eyes are swollen. The man looked at both of them with terror.
Dhani smirked as Charles moved his legs and let Dhani take his place to which Dhani pulled the man's collar forcefully.
"Where's Trelawny?" she questioned. Fist ready to beat him up. Face tight and furious.
The man shook his head many times. "I don't know," he cried out.
Dhani punched him. Hard. Hard enough to add new bruises to his ugly face.
"We don't have enough time now. Now where is he?!" Dhani spat. Fist flexing and ready for the second time.
"You go to hell!" he shouted.
Dhani punched him. This time blood was pouring out his nose.
"Tut, tut. Wrong answer. Come on, say where is he before you go to hell" Dhani said, voice cold and without mercy. Oh, if Arthur were in her place. He probably hung this man on the train rail.
The man cried out in pain before he gave up. Eyes closing. "Okay… okay, for Christ's sake. They took him to a cabin, over by the cornfields."
Dhani pulled the man's collar closer to her. "which cornfields?" she snapped.
"Left… down the path there… by Braithwaite Manor." he said quickly. Eyes closed, ready for third impact but find nothing as he was released roughly to the ground.
Dhani wiped both her hands together. Eyes sharpened towards the man. "Don't let me see you again, you hear me?" she threatened.
The man gulped and nodded before he frantically stood up and ran from there. Leaving his unconscious friend.
Charles scoffed. "You got lucky there, my friend."
Dhani looked at where the bounty hunter went before she sighed. "alright. C'mon. We've wasted our time here"
Charles nodded and walked towards Taima while Dhani mounted Bullseye.
"Follow me, I think there's a way around so we don't have to go through the Braithwaite's place." Charles leads.
Dhani hummed. "Yes, I've spent enough time there. After you, then."
They both ride through the forest. Dusty road ahead, Dhani can see Braitwaithe manor entrance in front of which Charles leads them towards another road so as not to intrude the area.
Toward the cornfield they go. Dhani flexed her red knuckles.
"Well, that was interesting," she muttered.
"Are you okay?" Charles asked.
Dhani nodded. "I'm good," she said, simply.
Charles side eyed her. "You fought a man twice your size and threatened the other guy." Charles shrugged. "can't expect more than a good as a reply" he said, not bothered.
Dhani snickered. "not my first time I fought men twice my size and threatened them."
Charles chuckled. "must feel great, I guess"
Dhani grinned. "yeah"
Charles shook his head in amusement. They walked past the wooden fence of the manor.
"What do you think they want with Trelawny?" Charles wondered.
"Could be any one of a hundred things. Just depends if any of them involve us." Dhani made an assumption.
Charles did not look at Dhani as he spoke. His eyes are only the trail in front of him. "You think he'll talk?"
Dhani snickered. "Of course he'll talk. He'd sell his own sister to save a train fare! He doesn't know how not to talk..." she said in sarcasm. he doesn't know where we're holed up, though. At least, I don't think he does..." she added.
Charles hummed. "I don't know why Dutch still deals with him. Always disappearing for weeks on end."
Dhani pursed her lips as she knows the reason why Trelawny always disappears. Something to do with personal matters that Dhani accidentally discovered while doing some work or so she thought. It's a long story and Josiah already spoke to her not to share that to others as a way not to involve his 'other life' in the gang's business and Dhani respects that.
All she knows is that Trelawny lives in Saint Denis for a while. As he has business to attend to here.
"I'm sure he has a reason for his disappearing, though. 'sides, he always brings something good. He's got his uses and, well... loyalty matters to Dutch" Dhani stated.
Charles glanced at her with uncertainty. "Of course, but is Trelawny loyal?"
Dhani shrugged. "Kind of… I guess Trelawny ain't exactly disloyal… just got a big mouth." she nodded. "Don't worry. If he talks, I'll goddamn find out what he said. Nothing's ever straightforward where Trelawny's involved... I've learned that much." she added.
As they are still riding through the dusty road, they pass some old buildings on the way. At this point, they are getting closer to said cornfields. They can see from afar there are an open area in front of them just past the small hill in front.
All the while they kept talking to each other.
"I mean, how much time have we wasted getting this fool out of trouble?" Charles questioned, slightly annoyed.
Dhani shrugged. "He somehow manages to be both lucky and unlucky at the same time."
Charles chuckled. "That's one way of looking at it." He shook his head.
"But he always finds some way to pay us back. Just when we think about cutting him loose, he brings us something big. I guess that's his special talent... keeping fish on the line. That must be it." Dhani reasoned.
The cornfields stretched out before them as they got closer. A building and a cabin were located nearby in the cornfields but what they saw was a small cabin right in front of them where two men took out the beaten Trelawny from the cabin.
His hair was shaggy and unkempt. His clothes were slightly torn and crumpled while his face was covered in blood and bruises. He looked weak in that men's hold - both hands tied in front and so were his legs. They had probably been beating him for hours.
"Get out there, come on boy." the first bounty hunter said as he pulled Trelawny to the front of the cabin with the other Bounty Hunter.
The second Bounty Hunter cackled. "The thing is… after that shack, this will be remembered like a good time."
Dhani and Charles quickly pointed their revolvers at the two Bounty Hunters.
"Put the man down, gentlemen." Dhani ordered. The gun was pointed directly at the first Bounty Hunter's head. Her face is tight and sharp.
Charles, on the other hand calm and measure but still, his eyes sharpened on the second bounty hunter with a hand also pointing a gun at him.
The first bounty hunter saw them and immediately let go of Trelawny and ran away towards the cornfields. The second hunter followed from behind in a panic, fleeing like the wind.
Trelawny crumpled to the ground forcefully. He cried out in pain as his injured body hit the ground.
Dhani and Charles rushed towards him. Charles took out his knife and kneeling beside Trelawny and cut his hand ties before he sheathed his knife and readying his gun and ran after those two hunters to the cornfields.
Dhani assisted Trelawny to sit. "That lot of them?" hands untied his feet.
Trelawny shook his head. "I… I think so."
Dhani nodded. "So you're alive." she said sarcastically.
Trelawny sighed. "allegedly"
"Well, don't worry. They won't be for much longer." she replied, hands still trying to untie his legs only for Trelawny swinging her hands, shooing her away.
"Go get them, Dhani. I can handle this. Go deal with them, my friends!" he ordered.
Dhani, without further questioning, took out her signature revolver. fully black revolver with rose carving along the steel and handle. She then runs towards the cornfields where Charles is.
Charles already chased the second hunter so Dhani chased the first one who entered the cornfields one more time. She grumbled. And now the chasing begins. Oh, she hates chasing.
"Don't let 'em get away. Could'a have told 'em anything." Dhani shouted. Eyes looking for the hunter a long the tall fields.
"They've gone into the cornfields. We need to flush them out!" Charles shouted back.
Dhani turned as she saw some movement on her left. The crow screamed and flew away as if they were disturbed.
"Great. How many hunters do I want to deal with today?" she asked herself as she walked towards the source of the sound.
Suddenly, one hunter ran past Dhani at high speed, caught her off guard but she quickly recovered it. Hand quickly pointed the revolver towards the hunter and a shot was fired right behind the hunter making him cry out in shock and limp to the ground.
Dead.
Dhani walked towards the hunter and kicked him slightly to make sure he was dead.
"I got one" Dhani shouted.
BANG
Another shot was heard.
"One more" Charles shouted back.
Dhani smirked at that. Steps arranged, she continued looking for the other hunter. Charles searched the other cornfields.
Dhani slowly walked along the fields alertly. Hand ready with revolver, ears sharpened to identify any sound, eyes darted around the fields. Birds suddenly emerged from the fields not far from where she was.
"Did you see those birds? He's dumped his gear, look around, he can't have gone far." Charles stated.
Dhani walked towards where the birds emerged earlier and saw a bag. Charles is already kneeling beside it. Inspecting it.
Dhani nodded at Charles' orders and kept on searching. Suddenly, her neck was tight as a noose tied around her neck. She fell to the ground. The last bounty managed to outwitt the experienced bandit. Dhani's hands were already on her neck, trying to loosen the choke. She thrashed around trying to get away only for her to not be able to do anything. Her revolver fell to the ground, out of reach from her. The noose on her neck became tighter and made it difficult for her to breathe.
Oxygen was running out.
Charles emerged from the fields after hearing the commotion. But then he stopped as the bounty hunter pointed his own revolver at him. Charles raised both hands into the air.
Dhani struggled to breathe at this point. She tried to thrash hard but the noose and the man's hold on her were quite strong not to mention the man seemingly taking advantage of her small size making her unable to do anything other than try to loosen the noose on her neck.
The hunter cackled. Gun pointed at Charles. The hunter started to take a step back, taking Dhani once.
"don't get closer. Yeah, she's mine. You get outta here." the bounty hunter warned.
Charles remained standing there. If he steps forward, the situation will be different so he keeps on standing there with his hands in the air. His gaze sharpened towards the bounty before he settled on Dhani.
"You have my friend" Charles stated calmly.
"She's not your friend… I'll give you money…" the hunter replied, still pointing his gun at Charles. Hand started digging into his pants pocket only for him to drop dead to the ground with a throwing knife stuck in his neck.
The noose dissolved around her neck, she immediately took a big breath. Her chest panted gasping for breath. Charles quickly rushed towards her and held her shoulders. Assisted her to breathe.
"That's it, breath" Charles assured as he brushed her back.
Dhani coughed several times before she calmed down and closed her eyes. Her breathing returned to normal as she sighed deeply. Finally. She then opened her eyes and looked at Charles.
"You should have taken the money." She shook her head before she started to stand with Charles helping.
Charles scoffed. "I know, I'm a fool."
Dhani shook her head, one hand massaging her chest before her eyes settled on the body of the bounty earlier. "Shit... thank you." she said gratefully, adjusting her collar.
BANG
Dhani and Charles quickly ducked. A gunshot was heard from a building not far from them. Dhani grumbled, taking her revolver from the ground and reloading before she ran ahead towards the building where the rest of the Bounty Hunters were.
"The gunshots are coming from that barn! Come on!" she shouted as she rushed towards the building with a few shots fired straight at the bounty hunters in front.
They both rushed non-stop towards the building with both hands pointing guns. Fired several shots at the bounty hunters who were crowded in the building.
Sensing they are outgunned by the two bandits, the bounty hunters back out inside the barn.
"He's backing off inside, get after him!" Charles shouted.
Dhani, without wasting time, rushed inside the barn. The aim was already on the bounty hunter before the shot was fired. The last bounty died with a bullet to his forehead.
Dhani grumbled as she looked around the empty barn. Looking for any leftover hunter but found it empty. Dhani holstered her gun to the holster.
"I guess he's the last of them," Dhani said out loud. Hoping Charles could hear which he did.
Charles holsters his revolver back. He nodded. "Alright, let's go back for Trelawny." he turned to the barn exit not before he glanced at Dhani. A face show concerned but guarded. "Are you okay?" he asked.
Dhani nodded as she was tailing behind Charles. "yeah" she rubbed her neck. "thanks again about earlier... never goes easy, does it?"
Charles shook his head. "Sure don't. can't leave anyone behind"
Dhani hummed. "yeah.."
" C'mon… let's go see how badly they beat up the slippery feller." Charles stated.
Dhani scoffed. "I wonder how much trouble he's brought with him."
Charles chuckled. "Guess we'll soon find out." He shrugged. "Seems like we can't catch a break now, does it?"
Dhani glanced at him. "Our luck's held this long… we got outta worse scrapes than this one."
"So I heard..." he muttered.
Dhani chuckled. "What's government agents and bounty hunters to us?"
Charles shook his head, wondering why he doubted that. "I hope you're right."
Dhani softened her look at him. "c'mon, we're all surviving this long. We've been through worse than this" she assured.
Charles didn't say anything after that.
They both walked back to the cabin where Trelawny was now sitting on a chair. Tending to his own injuries.
"Mr. Trelawny, where are you?" Dhani called.
"Over here, my dear girl" the posh voice called back.
Dhani hummed. "Well, he's still here at least." she muttered. Soon she sees Trelawny sprawled on a chair. "Put your feet up, why don't you?" she walked towards him.
Dhani helped him to stand. Gesturing towards Charles for readying the horse to which Charles obliged.
"So, who were they?" Dhani asked. Hands behind Trelawny's back, helping him towards the horse.
"They were bounty hunters... attached to Cole Stoudemire." he grunted.
"okay" Dhani replied.
"They weren't looking for me... per se." he added.
Dhani frowned at this. "What do you tell 'em?"
Trelawny sighed, trying to ease the pain. "Not much. I… told them I was an intellectual… come down here from Oregon… looking for a job at the university. Course, they didn't believe me. Seems you stirred up quite a hornet's nest in Blackwater."
Dhani rolled her eyes. "So I keep hearing." Dhani and Charles help him mount up his horse.
"It might be best if I stay with you gentlemen for a while. Can't go back to that caravan now." Trelawny testing the water.
Dhani mounted up Bullseye while Charles mounted up Taima. She glanced at him with surprise.
"And you disappeared after that, I presume" Dhani replied.
Trelawny rubbed his chin. "may need to find some expensive information to repay you for saving me"
"the kind of expensive information that required dressing up" she grumbled making Charles let out a low chuckle. Dhani glared at him to which Charles only smirked at her.
Trelawny laughed a bit. "of course, yes. can't get expensive information without putting in some effort" he flicked the reins. "besides, it would be nice to see you in a nice gown for once" he teased.
"what? Your missus never wears a nice gown for you?" she argued.
Trelawny chuckled. "Oh, she did.. Yes." he sighed before looking at Charles. "Don't mention this to others if you can, Mr. Smith."
Charles hummed. "I didn't hear anything" he replied to which Trelawny nodded in respect and gratitude.
Dhani looked around for the last time. "Alright, Charles, you take Trelawny back to camp… I'll catch up with you."
Charles nodded his head and tipped his head towards Trelawny to follow him. Trelawny bid a goodbye to Dhani before he and Charles left. Parting their way with Dhani.
Soon, after Dhani was sure that she was far enough from the scene, she walked towards a quiet clearing not far from camp and decided to rest there. She hitched her horse to a tree and stood by a campfire to create some medicine and ammo.
Satisfied with her own creation, she took out her own journal and flipped through a few pages in it. Dhani, like Arthur, there is sketching some things in it along with some entries but she is more into writing from sketching. She can draw something nice and recognizable, but she prefers to share her thoughts in writing. So, she writes.
It always seems to be more... more and more civilization.
Don't attack me y'all.. I know i promise to you to post some fics here BUT I CAN'T YET.. I'M TRYING TO FIND A PLACE FOR MY INTERNSHIP 😭😭 OH MA GAWD IT'S A JOB A REAL LIFE JOB IN REAL WORLD. I NEED TO FIND A PLACE FOR MY INTERNSHIP OTHERWISE I WON'T BE ABLE TO GRADUATE THIS DECEMBER. fuck's sake.. So yeahhh currently for The Cipher Between Us series for now is in 10k+ words and i need to finish the entire mission of Magician for sport. Plus chapter 25 will be 100% Dhani's pov so Y/n scene will be less in it so was Arthur because i want to focus on her development story. (It's not called Redemption for no reason apparently). BUT FOR OTHER IMAGINE FICS, I'm already lists some of the story i will write later but don't expect me to post it so soon.. Right now I'm depending on time (obviously) cuz i need to find some places for my internship for 4 months and after that GRADUATION EYEYEUEUEYEU so yeah.. That's all 😞 that's funny, i started writing fics since i was 13 years old (Wattpad) and now I'm 20 and still doing this stuff and now i need to find a job for real 😭 oh ma gawd..
STOP PUTTING OC STORIES WITH "X READER" TAGS BRO WITH ALL DUE RESPECT YOUR STORY DOES NOT BELONG THERE....listen... im sure the story is great... BUT im literally gonna combust if i keep seeing ts. Im trying to feed my delusions and yall arnt helping. Sighhhhhhh
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In progress 😞 OH MA GAWD THE WRITER BLOCK NOT LEAVING MEH LIKE VENOM DID TO SPIDERMAN (Tobby's version). Just a few paragraphs and edits before uploads it.. Maybe tonight..if I'm satisfied with it. IF.
