#micah is such a little asshole literally hes insane

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cringetober day 31: HALLOOWEEEEENNN!!!!

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RdR2: Doubts And Scars Chapter Eight

/Katherine's P.O.V/

"Do we have to rescue Micah?"

"Unfortunately."

"What if we just wait around for a while, watch the hanging, and just tell Dutch they moved it up?"

"Katherine!"

"Whaaat? It's an idea!"

Dad shook his head at my comment, but he couldn't hide a smile. I sighed as we rode into Strawberry, and up to the jail. We hitched Black Rose and Splash, and Dad knocked on the door. The deputy opened the door and nodded at us.

"Yeah?"

"Hello, Sir. We've come from Blackwater. My daughter and I are on the trail of a dangerous gang; Colm O'Driscoll. Heard y'all have had some sort of incident."

"We don't deal with Bounty Hunters 'round these parts, son." The sheriff told him, and I rolled my eyes. Of course they didn't.

"Can we at least get a description?" Dad asked and he turned towards us.

"Well, they weren't friends. They got into a fight, two of them got killed. Now, one of 'ems an idiot and they others some kind of dumb mick, so maybe them's your boys. You can look right enough. When we hang 'em." The two guards stood on either side of us and I sighed. Very well.

"Thank you." Dad told them and we walked outside, where it was just starting to rain.

"Now what?" I asked, hands in my pockets.

"Let me outta here you maggots! You think these bars can hold me?! You hear me?! My boys are coming for me! And when they do, we'll throw this hick town to the ground!"

I pointed to the side of the jail and walked towards it. "Found him." I said as Dad followed me, shaking his head.

"Katherine! Arthur!" Micah exclaimed in relief as we got close.

"Hello old friend. Had a good time, did you?" Dad asked and I smirked, pleased with his response. Micah half-laughed at his 'joke'

"You gonna get me outta here?" He asked as Dad leaned against the wall.

"I ain't decided yet." He told him and I smiled as Micah glared at him.

"Real funny."

"Oh, I ain't joking, cowpoke. I heard so much bluster outta your mouth these last six months; and now I gotta an opportunity to watch you be silenced." I scoffed lightly at Micah's shock. You can't blame him, really. Micah's nothing but a snake, a rat, and a goddamn menace. I'd be a dream to see him hang.

"Well, you gotta do something!" Micah pleaded as Dad looked him dead in the eye.

"Why?" Dad asked, all seriousness.

"Yes, why Micah?" I asked, with a smirk.

"I've always looked up to your father, Katherine." I scoffed at his response.

"What's to look up to?! He kills people because they don't give the answers he wanted, and he has a failed love life! No offence." I murmured the last part, and Dad eyed me.

"None taken," He sighed, shaking his head. "God forbid. She does have a point, that's your first mistake. Listen, there's one little problem. There's three of us and a town full of people. Wanting to see you swing."

"You gotta do something, Arthur!" Micah pleaded and Dad shook his head, taking out a stick of dynamite and stuck it on the wall.

"You may wanna step back a bit." He lit it and we ran back about twenty feet. I covered my ears and the stick blew. Now alerting more than half the town. Awesome. Wow.

Dad handed him one of his guns as I ran ahead "Let's get outta here, come on!" I turned around to see if he was following us, and he shot the guy who was in the cell with him!

"What the fuck, Micah?!" I screamed, hiding behind a rock.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" Dad screamed, looking back at him.

"He was an O'Driscoll!" Micah told us and I rolled my eyes in response.

I shook my head as we shot the guys that were cornering us at the police station. Once the path was clear, Micah went right instead of left. Did you get that? He went right at the bridge instead of left, which was our way out of here. Fucking asshole. I breathed in and sighed.

"I swear to God…." I shot four people in front of Micah and smacked him in the head in the process. Win-win. "Micah! We have to get outta here now!" I yelled at him, not wanting to die in Strawberry.

"I got some unfished business to take care of! Trust me, Kat!" He told me and I bit my tongue.

"It's Katherine to you!" I yelled back. Only my friends get to call me Kat.

"Trust you?! You have finally lost your goddamn mind! We should be long gone by now!" Dad backed me up.

"They got something of mine I ain't leaving without!" Micah yelled back.

Are you fucking joking me?! Risking our lives for something of Micah's?! Give me a goddamn break.

We had killed off a good lot of them when Micah went into this house, calling for someone named Skinny. I heard a scream and two gunshots….. Goddamnit Micah. He finally came out and I shook my head.

"They had something of mine. My guns." I furred my eyebrows in anger.

"So you killed two people for your goddamn guns?!" I yelled and he smirked evilly.

"I showed them…. And I'll show the rest of this town!" He ran ahead of us and I half-laughed in disbelief.

"You have really lost it this time." Dad told him, running ahead and shooting more people.

We finally got to the horses and we ran off. Shooting some lawmen who were behind us.

"Okay! I think that's the last of them. let's get moving, before any more get on our tail. I'll hand it to you two, the Morgan Legacy sure can shoot like hell!" Micah complimented, but I ignored him. I'm not liking him as of right now.

"Micah, what the hell was that?! You almost got us killed! Let me tell you, you wouldn't catch me doing that! You're insane! What's Dutch gonna think?! Killing innocents like that?! Are you fucking crazy?!" I went on as he listened to my mindless blabber, probably just waiting for me to finish.

"Are you done?" He asked me, finally and I took a few deep breaths and I slowly nodded.

"Yeah. I'm done." I confirmed and he smirked, looking at my father.

"You're lucky Dutch has your back, for some unknown reason." Dad commented with a shake of his head.

"I think, we finally lost 'em." Micah stated, holding Baylock back.

"I hope so." Dad looked around, as if to make sure there was nobody behind us.

"I'm giving you a holster. My way of saying thank you." Micah handed over this holster and Dad smiled, but it was a sarcastic smile.

"And thank you! There I was, having a dull day, only for you, to liven it up by helping you shoot up half the town!" Dad exclaimed, not having any of Micah's shit.

"You're a funny feller, Arthur. Real funny. Why you act all sour all the time-" Micah started, but Dad interrupted him.

"Yeah, well you ain't funny at all, so why you gotta act like the court jester?!" Dad yelled with a shake of his head.

"Okay, listen. I'm sorry, but we're family now, Arthur. You and me. sons of Dutch. Makes us brothers. Sometimes, brothers make mistakes." I shook my head at that but sighed. He has a point. "I'm heading back to my little camp 'round back at Strawberry. Come see me. maybe I can make things up to you."

"You ain't coming back to Dutch?" Dad asked and Micah shook his head 'no'

"No, I've been a bad boy, Arthur. I ain't seeing Dutch 'till I can bring him a peace offering." Baylock reared slightly, being the stallion that he is, but Micah calmed him down. "Bye now."

I scoffed as he rode off. I've really had enough of his shit.

"Go back to camp. I have some stuff to take care of." Dad told me and I nodded, easing Black Rose into an easy canter.

What the hell was Micah thinking?! Shooting up most of the town?! Some for no good reason at all! God forbid, I don't understand why Pawpaw has his back. Bubba sure doesn't.

I finally got back to camp, and I hitched Black Rose to a hitching post, and walked into camp.

Looking over at my father's tent, I noticed a letter. Growing curious, I looked around to see if anyone else was looking, I walked over to it and read it.

Dear Arthur,

I've written this letter a hundred times or more and I cannot get it right. It's me. You know it's me from the bad handwriting. I know I said when last we spoke and I was going off to get married, that we would not speak again. I know I said a lot of things and I meant them, I suppose, at the time, but I am not so proud as to not speak to people who care for me or cared for me.

I've been in Valentine for a couple of months. I had some bad luck and, well, it's a long story and not an interesting one, but I am here for now. I saw a couple of the girls, or whatever the polite term for them is, that ran with you and your associates in town and I heard tell of a man who sounded like you. I would love to see you again, if you could spare me a little bit of your time. I'm renting a room at Chadwick Farm, just north of Valentine.

Yours,

Mary Linton

I shook as I read the name…. No….. Shakily, I put the letter down and walked away. I literally ran into Javier, sending us both down.

"My apologies, Señorita. Are you alright?" Javier asked, I looked at him, tears in my eyes and I shook my head 'no' he helped me up and he walked with me just outside of camp. "What's the matter, Mi Amour?"

I paused and took a breath, looking Javier in the eye.

"My mother. My mother is in Valentine."

As soon as I said those words, Javier wrapped me in his arms and I just cried. One of the very few times I've shown emotion, and I just couldn't control it no more. Mary Linton, my mother….. Was in Valentine. And she wanted to see my father.

What more could she want after giving me up?