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Please can I request headcanons to Javier teaching his crush Spanish. Have a great day 💜💜

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- when you walk up to javier and asks him if he’ll teach you spanish, his heart stops. sure people will mumble a word here and there that they’ve heard javier say, but no one really asks him to teach them. arthur saying vamos to the family at dewberry creek in example.

- he’ll have no idea where to start. does he want to start with the basics, as is logical?

- the flirty side of javier wants to use it as an excuse to hit on you. it’s not like he’s exactly subtle about how he feels anyways.

- he buys you a journal so that he can teach you how to write in spanish too.

- javier likes to sit unnecessarily close, an arm draped around you shoulders as he directs your pencil across the page.

- he starts to speak in spanish more around you and the camp so that you have somebody to practice with.

- a grin forms when you has to think of how to respond because it’s so damn cute watching your tongue peek out between your lips.

- if you gets frustrated, he’ll try to calm you down with a mix of english and spanish, then take you to go do something else for a little while.

Javier was sitting by the fire and strumming his guitar, singing one of his favorite love songs, “Angel de Amor”. The fire cast shadows on his face at just the right angle that he looked more breathtaking than usual.

You had been over by the food wagon helping Pearson get things ready for tomorrow morning, but as soon as you’d heard the guitar you looked over at him, silently asking if you could go. Pearson laughed and nodded, sending you on your way. 

It was no secret in camp how Javier felt about you. He tended to linger around your tent’s area when he was on guard duty, and during the day he’d offer to help you with whatever chores you had if he wasn’t out doing things for the gang. Javier looked at you like a lovesick puppy, but you were the only one miraculously to not notice. You had a feeling something was up, but you weren’t sure so you never said anything.

You sat down next to Javier and Charles, your knee brushing against Javi’s as you got comfortable, and he winked at you as he sang. 

Charles struck up a quiet conversation with you as he asked about something you’d weaved together earlier that day, but it died out soon after Javier had stopped singing and playing his guitar.

You bumped Javier’s shoulder lightly with a playful smile on your face.

“Hola, Javi. Eso fue muy bueno.“ You had to think about what words went where, speaking slowly as you complimented Javier on his playing skills. He chuckled softly and nodded before removing his bowler hat from his head and setting down next to his leg.

“You don’t sound too bad either. ¿Como estuvo hoy tu día?“ Javier raised an eyebrow as he set his guitar down on his bedroll behind him and turned his body to face you. He’d seen you around a bit today but hadn’t had the chance to talk to you yet. To be honest, he’d kind of missed you.

“Mejor ahora que estás aquí.” You pronounced some of the words weird, but you could tell that Javier understood when his eyes widened a little bit. Better now that you’re here.

You’d been working up the nerve to say something to him for a few days now, and what better way to do that then in a different language as a cover?

“Querida, what were you trying to say?” His eyes were fixated on you and you felt your heart jump into your throat. You looked at him expectantly, trying to gauge his reaction before confirming or denying what you had said.

“Me dices lo que dije.” You asked him to repeat what you said, a coy smile on your face as he leaned in closer to you. You could feel your cheeks heat up, but you stood your ground. Javier always did love a challenge.

“You said you wanted to go for a ride with me tomorrow night.” His lips were tilted in a confident smirk as he brushed a flyaway hair from your face. You laughed softly and leaned against his shoulder with a shake of your head.

“As you wish, Señor Escuella.”

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They’d been separated from the rest of the gang for hours. Somehow, through all the bullets flying and law that was chasing them, Charles and (Y/N) ended up heading in the same direction during the escape. They ran until their horses were bucking them off out of a desperate need to catch their breaths. They headed on foot the rest of the way after letting their horses breathe and stopped when they saw an abandoned cabin along a string of what looks like a rundown farm. Empty, dead quiet. (Y/N) too tired to care started leading her horse toward it.

“What are you doing? You don’t even have your gun out!”

It was the first time Charles spoke more than three words in all the time they were travelling. She thought it was a shame however, that she had to hear his gorgeous baritone whenever he was nagging her. Sure the advice helped, but he didn’t have to nag, and it made it extra confusing when he only did to her. She rolled her eyes and turned her head without stopping her meandering to the cabin.

“So I can shoot a ghost? I’m about close to knocking out cold from sleep, Charles. (H/N) can’t walk for too much longer no more, and Taima ain’t much further from that neither. If you so worried you take your gun out.”

They’ve usually bickered like this before but she wasn’t lying when she told him she was bone tired. She was already having trouble sleeping before the robbery, she always had some anxiety about upcoming heists. There was always a chance someone could die. Her heart always jumped a little more when she thought about losing Charles during a job. He was always on the frontlines, wedged right in between Sadie and Arthur whenever there was a shoot-out, and besides John, it made sense. Those four were the best shots in the gang. Best shooting skills in the West or not, it always made her fumble when she thought about him getting caught in the cross-fire. She was relieved to see him running with her down the same path when they were fleeing, but she was tired, hungry, and worried about the others so now wasn’t the best time to pick a fight with her about her gun.

Charles stomped ahead of her with his shotgun out, Taima drifting to (Y/N)’s horse lazily after her owner let go of her reins. He opened the door and then took cover in the entrance. She didn’t hear any gunshots and she didn’t see Charles ducking from any.

“No one’s here, Charles! I already told you that.”

He just grunted and holstered his gun before coming back to his horse. He pet her head softly and whispered words of encouragement to her. Taima’s ears twitching happily and her eyes closed in what (Y/N) can only describe as fondness. Her heart fluttered at the sight and she found something like a smile gracing her face even after the rough events of the day. They hitched their horses up and walked inside the dusty and shabby cabin.

“Not the coziest abode but I reckon we can bunker down here for the night. Head towards camp in the morning.”

Charles wasn’t the most chipper out of the gang members, but even by looking at his face she could tell that he was upset. Irritated mostly. He’d been tense since they left the bank, quiet even by his standards. She’ll be honest she never seen Irritated Charles before but she equal-parts disliked it but found it the tiniest bit arousing. But then again a lot of the things he did usually ended up with her touching herself in her tent. Not like she’d ever tell him all that. Especially not with the attitude he was sporting right now.

“Not like we have much of a choice.”

Her eyebrow twitched. She let it go and slid down the wall to sit down and closed her eyes. She could honestly fall asleep right there and it looked like Charles read her mind as well.

“Why are you sleeping on the floor when there’s a bed right there?”

She opened one eye and followed the man’s finger to the dingy bed in the corner of the cabin. Her eye went back to Charles.

“I weren’t going to fall asleep here, thank you very much.”

“Your eyes were closed.”

“Yeah but did you hear me snoring? Was my head lolling about?”

Charles hand shook and his eyes narrowed before he threw both his hands in the air and walked away.

“You know what, I’m not going to argue this with you, do whatever you want.”

“That’s the first time you said something I liked, Charles!”

She half meant it as a joke but when she got a good look at him and saw that he was actually irritated with her, her mood soured considerably. She opened both her eyes and stood up.

“And might I ask why you got such a problem with me right now? If you mad about the robbery going wrong that’s fine but you ain’t right to take it out on me Charles, now if I did something you ain’t agree with, you best tell me now!”

“Or what?”

(Y/N) put her hands on her hips and gave him the nastiest look she could.

“I’ll leave and I’m dead serious.”

She saw the way his face dropped at the threat. He looked like he wanted her to be bullshitting, baiting him into an argument, but she was entirely serious about leaving. Even if she was on the verge of hibernation and the dead of night. She didn’t need to be holed up in a cabin with him if he was going to be short with her all night. It honestly hurt more than it made her angry, but she didn’t want Charles to see that. When he failed to reply quick enough she started marching toward the door, hearing him calling after her name absent-mindedly before coming to his senses and coming towards her.

“(Y/N)…please wait. You were right…I’m starving. Please stay and eat with me and I promise I’ll get my act together.”

He seemed honest and slightly panicked at her attempted exit. She was hungry too, and maybe he was right about them eating first before they started arguing again. They were sharing a dinner of beef jerky and beans and nearly done with their meal before she spoke.

“You ready to tell me why you was catching a fit today?”

His eyes were reluctant to look into her (E/C) ones. He picked at the food with his fork and drummed at the table with his free hand. She smiled, it was kind of cute to see him like that.

“You almost got shot.”

She looked at him a little disappointed at his words.

“Uh, yeah. Kind of a constant in this line of work, Charles.”

A breath of laughter but he shook his head.

“No, I mean today during the robbery. If Dutch hadn’t seen the lawman pointing his gun at you when we left the bank you would have been shot, and...”

“And what?”

“…I was worried.”

She didn’t think that would come out of his mouth. He always seemed more frustrated with her than he did worry. But then if he was always nagging then maybe that was him showing that all along? She nearly dropped the fork.

“Charles Smith…”

“You were distracted during the shoot-out and you almost died! Why weren’t you paying attention?”

“Because I was looking to see if you was alright you big idiot! You think I don’t get mad seeing you throw yourself into the bullets all the damn time! You human just like the rest of us and people would miss you something awful if you died!”

“Like who?”

“Like me!”

(Y/N) was standing up now, she didn’t think before she said it, but it’s been said now and there was no going back. They would either spend the rest of the night in awkward silence or they could act on whatever was lingering between them. Charles was looking at her like he had been struck by lightning and suddenly she felt her cheeks get hot. She coughed and sat back down, picking up her can of beans and forking it around. She felt Charles’ hand rest atop hers and she made careful eye contact with her. Silently, he rubbed his thumb on her hand and stood up to kiss her on her forehead. She felt like they were young children.

“I’m about ready to call it a night, what about you?”

Charles hesitated and looked toward the door.

“Someone….someone should keep watch, just in case.”  

“Charles, ain’t no one coming! We need sleep more than anything if we’re to go back to the camp in the morning. Now come get in the bed with me!”

“But…there’s only one.”

“I’m not that big, and the beg looks big enough to hold the two of us. It’s only for one night.”

Charles thought for a longwhile before he finally agreed to share the bed. They both got settled on the bed. Both were still wearing their clothes but shed their bandoliers and weapons, placing them beside the bed for quick access. Charles was sleeping against the wall and (Y/N) was facing the entrance. She had her eyes closed but she certainly wasn’t sleeping, and she hoped Charles wasn’t either. She pressed her ass against his crotch, and felt herself being poked in return. She rubbed against his jeans and was surprised when she found his arm draped around her waist, pulling her closer and feeling him grinding on her behind. He grunted and that’s when she let out a stifled moan. His other arm, with difficulty, moved under her ribcage as she was now enveloped in his embrace and grabbed at her boob.

The hand that was draped over her waist was now snaking its way into her pants. He unbuttoned her jeans and she shivered when she felt his cold hand travel inside. She moaned louder this time when she felt his finger graze over her clit. He laughed and started peppering kisses alongside her neck and the top of her shoulder. When his fingers went back towards her clit again she gasped and rolled over so that she could be face-to-face with him. Just as he was doing to her, she dove into his jeans and grabbed his erect member, slowly working her way up and down while kissing him deeply. When they broke apart for air, she bared his neck to him and his kisses trailed down the perfect length of it.

“You know I always heard you.”

Through pants she responded, “What?”

“I could hear you everytime you touched yourself at night. The way you’d moan my name when you thought we were all asleep. I’ve always wanted to come into your tent whenever I heard you, but I didn’t know how.”

“Well you’re doing just fine now; oh lord…”

Charles’ fingers started to rub at the spot she reacted to and if she was being honest, it had been a very long time since she been with anyone so she extra sensitive tonight. Charles moans made it harder for her not to cum too quickly. Her hand squeezing and pumping at his large dick, the feeling of him twitch and come undone made her wetter and easier for him to enter his fingers inside of her. Charles had since moved to her tits, sucking at them like a newborn infant eager for milk. She bucked her hips again and again, feeling his fingers go deeper with each thrust. She felt the precum oozing from his cock, the lubrication making it easier for her to rub at the head and jerk him off without friction. His hips were thrusting into the wanking and she loved the fact that he was also sensitive. She went in for more kissing when he parted from her abruptly.

“(Y/N)…please…I’m so close…” he moaned again and she could feel the tightness pooling in the bottom of her stomach. She groaned and panted for him to take his pants off. The minute his fingers left her she was filled with a mad desire to have him back inside. They both shucked their pants off and after she threw her shirt off, he followed. He was sitting up and she was on top of him, his arms wrapped around her waist and mouth sucking and nipping at her hard nipples. Her hands were raked through his hair, grabbing at the soft black locks and tugging everytime she felt that jolt of ecstasy again. She thought she was in heaven with him fingering her, she was ascending when she felt his dick enter her. She rode him harder than she ever did on horseback, and from the speed and energy he had with each thrust she knew that he was giving it his all too. She felt his cock throbbing and increased her pace, her moans growing louder and his turning into grunts as they neared their orgasms. His muscles started contracting and she felt the warmth from his cum entering her, he had short spasms as he rode it out. His breathing hard and satisfied as he grunted with each throb. She was overwhelmed by his orgasm and let her head hang back as she moaned his name through her own climax. They were both panting, sweating, but stuck to each other. He looked up at her and gave her two short kisses before they both moved to lay back down. They cuddled, and it felt a million times better than the awkward way they were in the bed before. She grabbed his dick a few times and rubbed her thumb over the head, laughing each time he twitched and moaned from the sensitivity. He pulled her hand away and draped his arm over her waist.

“Still mad at me?” She asked coyly. She was surprised herself that she had that much energy to fuck him, but she was definitely spent now after using the last of her energy cumming. He chuckled and stroked her cheek.

“No.”

Sleep came real easy to them that night. They found the gang at camp the next day and Charles was subject to many a joke by Arthur, Dutch, and even Hosea after everyone saw the hickeys on (Y/N)’s neck.

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Charles takes female reader with him on hunting trip. Maybe she gets injured somehow and he fixes her up? Some good hurt/comfort

Just an Accident

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A swell of pride filled your chest as you approached the bison you’d just killed. You looked out over the plains and saw Taima standing patiently next to a kneeling Charles as he skinned an animal of his own. The two of you had a friendly competition going for the last few days on your hunting trip: whoever got more pelts had to pay the other what they were worth.

You were determined to win, and so far you were. You’d managed to kill a deer with a bow and arrow, some rabbits, a fox, and now you had a bison pelt.

“Oh Mr. Smith, yer goin’ t’ have wished you’da taken someone else along with ya.” You knelt down to the ground and began skinning the animal. It took a lot of effort and by the time you’d finished peeling the pelt off the carcass, Taima was nudging you with her muzzle.

She was an odd-tempered horse. Aside from Charles, Taima only let you and Arthur handle her, Kieran was the only exception when he was brushing or feeding her. The last time anyone else had tried to lay a hand on her, Micah ended up face first in the dirt, and Taima had gotten a sugar cube from her owner.

“Quit it girl, yer goin’ t’ make me mess up. Then this really won’t be worth anythin’.” You grumbled softly, but took a second to give the horse a loving pat. She whinnied before deciding to munch on some of the grass she was standing on.

You’d gotten the pelt all tied up and rolled neatly, ready to be tossed onto your own horse for transportation. You lugged it over your shoulder with a grunt, and took a deep breath before starting to walk towards your horse.

It was over by Charles, who seemed to be feeding it something some twenty feet away, and he offered a wave as he saw you heading towards them.

“What kind of trash did you pick up?” He hollered as he ran his hand across your horse’s neck. You shook your head and laughed at his jab.

“Yer jus’ jealous Charles, ‘cause I got the winnin’ amou-whoa!” You cried out as your ankle bent underneath you, and the ground rushed up to meet you. Your hands got tangled in the string holding the pelt together, so it cushioned your head, but everything else was in pain. Your elbow had slammed into the dirt, along with your knee and hip. Basically the entire right side of your body.

“Hey! You alright?” You could hear Charles yell through the ringing in your ears, and you pulled your hands away from the pelt, then tried to sit up. You shook your head, which ached a bit, and saw your horse rearing a few feet in front of you as Charles jumped off it’s back.

“What the hell did you do?” Charles asked with an amused note to his voice as he picked up your pelt and secured it to your horse. Then he came back over and held out his hand to you. 

“I stepped in a god damn fox hole is what I did. Somethin’ like that…” You mumbled as you brushed off your arms, taking note that there were a few decent cuts that would need to be cleaned. You took Charles’s hand and used your left foot to push yourself off the ground, but as soon as your right foot started to bear any weight, you hissed in pain as your ankle gave out.

“Whoa, whoa. Easy there.” Charles wrapped his arm around your waist to catch you, his other hand holding yours tightly so that you wouldn’t hit the ground a second time. “Can’t walk on it then?” 

“Shit, no I don’ think so.” You grimaced and held your foot just off the ground, and Charles shifted you both around so that you had an arm over his shoulders and his arm was holding you up around your waist. For a second you were worried that it was an uncomfortable position for someone as tall as Charles to be leaned over in, but then you remembered both of your horses were right in front of you.

Charles let go of you for a moment, so you rested a hand on Taima’s shoulder to keep your balance, but you were quickly swept off your feet as Charles’s hands gripped your waist and he hauled you onto his saddle. You wobbled a bit as he set you down, ergo you wrapped your fingers around the horn so that you didn’t fall off of his horse.

You pushed yourself towards the back of his saddle as Charles started to mount Taima, and once he was settled, you wrapped your arms around his waist for stability. You’d never admit it to anyone living, but you could die in this man’s arms. He was rough and strong, but when he wasn’t using his fists to fight, he could be quite gentle. 

Taima took off in a canter and you whistled for your horse to follow. The two of you rode for a few hours, your head resting against Charles’s back as you took in the expansive prairie around you. Deer, bison, and pronghorns grazed along the hills, their heads perking up as they head your horse and Taima’s hooves beating against the ground.

The four of you arrived into camp around sunset, the horses trotting up to a pair of hitching posts. Some of the other members of the gang looked up in curiosity and smiled at the two of you when they realized it was just you and Charles arriving back from your trip.

“I thought you wasn’t back for a few more days?” Tilly called out from the nearest table, where she was sitting and eating dinner for the night. Your cheeks burned red as you opened your mouth to tell her what had happened while Charles lifted you off the horse, but he beat you to it.

“We weren’t. Her horse got spooked by a cougar and bucked her.” Charles spoke up as he set you down, but kept his arm out to support you with. Your hand wrapped around his forearm, and you could feel the muscles flex under your fingers as he helped you keep your balance.

You looked over at Charles in shock at the fact that he’d lied about what had happened. There wasn’t any benefit to it other than you avoided being the camp joke for the next two weeks. Your eyes narrowed and he shrugged innocently, but you could see the ghost of a smile on his face.

“Good lord, well are ya alrigh’?” Mary-Beth chimed in from somewhere nearby, and it took you a second to find her in the increasing darkness as she moved over to the table Tilly was sat at.

“Yeah, I jus’ have t’ bandage it or somethin’ t’ keep it straight.” You waved off the two women as you pulled Charles in the direction of the tent you and the other women shared. You wanted to get off the damn thing so that it could heal sooner than later.

You waved at Sean and said your hellos to some of the others as you walked past them to your tent, where Karen was fast asleep next to a beer bottle. You couldn’t help but shake your head with a quiet chuckle. Charles held his arm still as you carefully set yourself on the ground. 

“You alright now?” He looked down at you and folded his arms across his chest, and you had to pull your eyes away from his arms with a nod.

“I can take care o’ it myself. Thanks for help Charles. I owe you one.” He shook his head and waved his hand in the air in dismissal. 

“I’ll get Pearson your pelts and see how much you owe me.” He tilted his head, and you could’ve sworn you saw him wink before he turned away and headed for your horses. You watched him for a moment as he untied your bison pelt and stacked your other pelts on top of it before carrying them over to Pearson.

You figured it might’ve been best to distract yourself from Charles so he didn’t catch you staring, and thus began the process of cutting up some fabric as a bandage. You’d changed into a skirt to make the whole business of bandaging you leg easier since pants were hard to push that far up your leg, and you’d taken off your boots as well so the wrap had an anchor point.

About five minutes later you heard footsteps coming towards your tent, and you looked up to see Charles walking back over with a roll of fabric in one hand and a coin purse in the other.

“What’re you doin’ over here? Come to give me my winnin’s?” You teased him with a whisper so as to not wake Karen up. When she had a hangover she was never particularly pleasant, and if she was woken up by someone else, she tended to be extra nasty.

Charles chuckled deep from within his chest, the sound of the rumble making your heart flutter. 

He was a quiet man and when he did speak it was usually of little words. Everyone made comments at some point or another at how fast Charles seemed to be warming up to you, but you’d just say that he was the same with Arthur. The two of you were really the only people he’d hold a conversation with.

“Actually yes. You beat me by five bucks, no doubt with that bison pelt you tripped over.” Charles dropped the coin purse at your feet before he sat down on the ground next to your and let one of his arms rest across his knee.

“Well thank you, kind sir.” You took the purse and tossed it over by your trunk of things before picking up your makeshift wrap again.

“Here, let me help.” Charles shifted closer to you and took the fabric from your hands, setting his own down on his leg. He unraveled what you’d done and set it on your bedroll, then picked up the roll he’d brought over.

The two of you sat in silence as you held your skirt up to your knee and Charles’s hands moved carefully around your ankle. You watched him as though it were the most interesting thing in the world, only moving to lift up your foot so Charles could wrap that as well to hold the rest of it in place.

His hands were rough against your skin, the callouses and scars giving you little goosebumps from his light as a feather touch.

Once he’d finished, Charles carefully set your foot back down on the ground and you looked up at him bashfully. His expression was soft as he looked at you, his fingers still lingering against your bare calf.

He didn’t need to say anything. You understood. Charles didn’t look at Arthur the way he looked at you, didn’t touch Arthur the way he did you. That was because the way he felt about Arthur was different than the way he felt about you.

Charles reached up to your face and touched your burning cheeks with the pad of his thumb, the rest of his hand holding up your jaw. You nodded at him in return when you noticed his gaze flickering up and down between your eyes and lips.

And with that, he pressed his lips against yours hesitantly. You didn’t move a muscle, not wanting to spook him, but when his fingers gripped your jaw a little tighter, you reciprocated. Despite how odd his mannerisms seemed to come off as sometimes, the way your first kiss happened felt just right. 

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Hey man! Mind if I request Dutch with the Reader getting TB? That Javi headcanon is precious omg

ooooooh man ya’ll ain’t ready for this. i posted this on my archive as well! and thank you nonny for giving me something to write for my creative writing class as well!

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Part of you was wishing that you’d just stuck around camp that day. But if you hadn’t gone…who would have? Strauss had been eyeing Arthur to retrieve the debt, but he’d been busy that afternoon with some business in Valentine. Would he have asked someone else? Javier? Charles maybe? Micah? What would their coughs sound like?

You sat at the saloon running the pad of your finger around the edge of your shot glass as your head ran through the different scenarios. What would Lenny’s cough sound like? Would it be wheezy like Hosea’s or throaty the way Bill clears his throat?

Yours was hollow as though something was trying to come out, but there wasn’t anything at all. You eyed the microscopic drops of blood on the edge of your sleeve. Well, there had apparently been a bit of something.

Your fingers wrapped around the glass before you tilted your head back and poured the liquor between your slightly chapped lips. It burned, but so did your chest when you started to cough a little bit.

You brought your hand up to cover your mouth as the coughing intensified for a moment and it felt like your lungs were going to collapse on you right then and there.

“You alright, ma’am?” The bartender asked with an eyebrow raised, either thinking you were choking on something or not wanting you within a ten-foot radius of his bar. What would his cough sound like?

You nodded and dug through your pockets for the amount of change that the drink had cost, then started heading for the door.

“You have a good day now, mister.” You lazily swung your hand in goodbye to the bartender before pushing open the saloon doors.

People milled around the streets of Valentine as if the world hadn’t just completely changed. But it hadn’t, at least for anyone that wasn’t you. 

You tried to clear your throat as you walked over to where you left The Count hitched in front of the doctor’s, and gave him a good, firm pat on the neck as you grabbed his reins.

The Count was Dutch’s horse, an Albino Arabian that refused to let anyone else in the gang get too close to him, but he’d taken to you even before getting used to Dutch.

“Hey there, boy. Thanks for waitin’ for me.” You shoved one of your feet in the stirrups and hoisted yourself up with a grunt. A soft cough shoved its way out of your chest as you got settled into the saddle before you spurred The Count towards the main road out of town.

Thankfully Dutch’s horse had been to and from Valentine so many times that he just about knew the way back himself, because you were so lost in your thoughts that you weren’t paying attention to where you were going. Your thoughts were wrapped around what the doctor had said, the words repeating in your head like a broken record Dutch once placed in his gramophone.

The leisurely ride back to camp included watching as deer bounded past, tracking the circles the hawks flew above, and listening to herds of sheep being led by their owner. It was peaceful and you couldn’t help but think of how alive everything looked.

By the time you made it back to camp you were exhausted, and quite frankly it panicked you a bit. You hadn’t done much that day but go to the doctor’s, drink at the saloon, and sit on The Count while taking in the scenery.

You hitched up The Count next to Silver Dollar, and gave both horses a solid pat on the shoulder before heading over to one of the tables spread around camp. You dropped into a chair and leaned into it with a soft sigh, though it came out rather wheezy. A pang of sadness and fear fluttered around your chest.

The members of the gang all milled about, doing various things for each other and themselves. You rested your head against an arm you had propped up and just watched them. What would their coughs sound like? 

Karen was over by the girls’ tent with Mary-Beth and Tilly, sewing something by the looks of it. Javier was sitting nearby, strumming a gentle song on his guitar. You tried to think of the name, for he’d told you before, but it escaped you at the moment.

Uncle was over by the horses bickering with the Reverend, who was drunk as usual. Suddenly Uncle turned around and dropped the flap on his union suit, showing Swanson his bare ass, and you couldn’t help but break into a fit of giggles. 

For a moment you were able to forget that itch in your chest that constantly wanted to be scratched, able to forget that breathing felt like a chore, and able to forget that you didn’t have much chance of a future. 

Then you started to cough again.

You were hunched over the table trying to quiet your fit, but it hadn’t been enough as a gentle hand was placed upon your shoulder blade until the coughing subsided. You wiped off the corner of your lips in case there was any blood, then tilted your head up to see who had comforted you.

“Christ, pumpkin. Let’s get you some water or something, come on.” There he was, leaning over you. Hosea had concern etched all over his face and you tried to wave him off, but he wasn’t having any of it. He knew you better than that––you, Dutch, and Hosea being as close as you were and all. 

What would his cough sound like? Similar to the one he already had or would he sound worse?

“I’m fine Hosea, you old dog. Just gettin’ over a cough is all.” You swatted his hand gently as he tried to pry you out of the chair, and he stood there quiet for a moment before pulling up a chair next to yours.

“That’s a hell of a cough you got there,” Hosea reached out and placed his hand on top of yours that was resting on the table. His eyes managed to find the flecks of blood on your sleeve easier than you’d expected. Hosea was a cunning man, but he was getting older in age. “What is it?”

You chuckled a few notes before clearing your throat and taking a deep breath that sounded rather wet, and you looked up at Hosea with a somber expression. In your head, the best case scenario was that nobody caught on to how sick you sounded, but in a gang of 22 people the chances of that were slim.

You tried to swallow past the lump in your throat before saying very quietly, “Tuberculosis. The doctor in Valentine said there was a chance if I get somewhere dry and rest but...you shoulda seen his face Hosea. It wasn’t the face of a man who thinks you got a chance to live. Quite frankly, I don’t feel like I do either.” You scratched the back of your neck and averted your eyes from Hosea. You didn’t think you could stand to see the heartbreak on his warm features. 

“Does he know?” Hose asked ever so softly and you shook your head while clenching your jaw. You could feel your eyes burning and your breath catching, but if you broke down in the middle of camp everyone would find out, and you didn’t think you could handle that right now.

“S’why I went into town. Finally dragged myself to the doctor in Valentine and got the news. I knew it wasn’t gonna be good when I started spittin’ blood.” You rubbed your hands over your face and held them there for a moment, but Hosea pulled one of them away with a sad smile on his face. You could see the tears starting to form in his eyes and it only made you want to cry more.

“You should go talk to him. He’d want to know. I’m glad I do. It means I don’t have to worry about you getting in trouble anymore.” Hosea chuckled bittersweetly and you rolled your eyes with a hoarse laugh. It broke your heart knowing that you weren’t going to outlive Hosea and that he was going to lose someone he cared about yet again. After his wife Bessie had died, Hose had closed himself off a bit for a while, and now he was going to have to mourn you.

You knew you’d have to tell Dutch eventually, it was something you had been thinking about since you left the doctor’s office. You had no idea how you were going to break it to him and how he’d react. It terrified you. 

“I know. Thanks, Hosea.” He helped you to your feet and gave a reassuring pat on your shoulder before sitting back down and pulling a book out of the inside of his coat.

You walked past Karen and the girls, giving them a tired wave as you wandered over to Dutch’s tent. He was leaning up against a pole with a cigar between his lips and a book in hand. You slowed your pace as you watched him, dreading having to disrupt the relaxed expression on his face. You took the moment to memorize his mannerisms: the way his eyebrows pulled together as he read a particularly vexing passage, the subtle nod he would give when he agreed with something to author said.

“You gonna keep starin’ or are you going to actually say something?” Dutch spoke up without taking his eyes off his book, and you flinched a little bit. The pain in your lungs flared as you remembered the way your knees slammed into the ground from coughing so hard.

“I-uh, I’m comin’ over. Jus’ hold your horses for a moment.” You cleared your throat and responded as you took a few steps towards his tent. The feeling was similar to walking towards the edge of a cliff and wanting to look down and see how far the fall was. Each step was a challenge.

“What’s the matter with you?” Dutch’s deep laugh rang in your head as you folded your arms across your chest, trying to look everywhere but Dutch. You didn’t say anything, instead you moved past him and went inside his tent to sit on the cot you shared. You felt like a child about to be scolded for something as you sat there, contemplating how to phrase what came next.

Dutch’s eyes followed you as the thin mattress creaked underneath your weight, and your head was hung low with your hands in your lap as you picked at the skin around your fingertips.

“Sugar? What’s wrong?” His voice had dropped all humor as he set his book down and held his cigar between his fingers. When you heard the bed creak and sink under Dutch’s weight, you doubled over as you hand flew to your mouth to muffle a sob. It was breaking your heart and it was going to break his.

“Miss, I...I’m so sorry. Your cough...it sounds like you have Tuberculosis.” You could hear the doctor’s voice loud and clear in your head. What would his cough sound like?

You could feel Dutch lean away from the sudden movement, but his arm quickly came around your shoulders to try and comfort you. His lips rested against your temple, his thumb rubbing against your shoulder.

 “Mags, why-what happened?” He pulled you towards his chest as your shoulders shook with quieted cries. Your lungs were beginning to sear, and you could feel a coughing fit coming on, so you squirmed out of his grasp and turned away from him as you started to cough and gasp for air.

You could feel blood collecting on the inside of your lip and leaking through the corner of your mouth, so you quickly wiped it away before trying to take deep and even breaths. Beside you, Dutch had stilled. You could smell his cigar burning away, but not the sweet scent of tobacco, so he wasn’t puffing on it.

His fingers were suddenly around your wrist and moving it into his line of sight, the bright red liquid contrasting the light linen of your sleeve like a spotlight.

“Dutch, I-” You stopped to let out another small cough, then cleared your throat again. “I’m dying. I’ve got TB...from a feller in Valentine that owed Strauss money.” Your voice sounded raw from the coughing, though as of late you sounded like you constantly had a sore throat. 

Within the tent, no sounds could be heard but the soft thud of Dutch’s cigar hitting the dirt and his boot squashing it out. You turned towards the man you knew like the back of your hand, and saw he had an odd expression on his face. His hands were on his knees as if he were bracing himself, and his body was slightly reclined. Though his eyes gave him away.

“Nonsense, we haven’t come into contact with anyone that’s ill. Hosea, now that old dog I could believe. This wasn’t a very good joke now, darlin’.” His voice was stern but his gaze wouldn’t leave you, quietly begging you to start laughing and tell him he should’ve fallen for it. Each second that passed where you didn’t, his body visibly grew more tense. You resisted the urge to look away, to run away so that nobody had to deal with this.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” Your lower lip began to tremble as Dutch’s eyes bounced around your face, trying to look for some sort of tell that you were lying. He pulled you back into a hug and held you tightly. You clung to your love’s embrace, and the immovable Dutch Van der Linde held his like the world was going to end.

“Oh darlin’, no you don’t-you don’t have to apologize. I’m only sorry I didn’t notice sooner.” Dutch tried to comfort you, his voice shaking for the first time since coming down from Colter. You inhaled and you could feel Dutch wince from his chin resting on top of your head. You hadn’t noticed how bad you’d sounded until the doctor had told you.

“Your cough...it sounds like you have Tuberculosis.” You had never heard somebody with Tuberculosis before. At least you thought you hadn’t but Thomas Downes had been coughing and spitting and bleeding all over you as you’d beat him for money.

“Is it-are you sure you’re d...not well?” Dutch asked you hesitantly, pausing over the word ‘dying’ as if it were cursed. You bit her lip and nodded, shifting your gaze towards the roof of the tent to try and prevent yourself from breaking down again. It wouldn’t bode well for either of them to hear your lungs flare up.

“I’m afraid. I don’t-I don’t know what’ll happen to me.” You stumbled over your words, trying to articulate them without beginning to cry again, but you were failing. Dutch’s hand moved up and down your back slowly, something he always did whenever he needed comfort but didn’t want to seem emotional.

“Have faith, darlin’. No matter what, we will...we will be alright.” He sounded so confident in himself that you almost believed him. Almost.

As you sat there in his arms, tears streaming down you face and fear making your heart pound, you couldn’t help but think:

What would his cough sound like?

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AN 1800′S MEMOIR

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