silent love { Dutch Van Der Linde x Reader } / rdr2

39. doubt

"I'm glad we got to catch up Javier." You said.

"Me too y/n." He paused for a moment. "Please trust that Dutch is going to keep us all safe."

You nodded, and then turned to walk back to your tent. You trusted Dutch had the right idea, just not the right plan to go along with it.

• • • • •

With each passing day, camp got emptier and emptier. Josiah had left a few days ago. He knew what was happening to the gang, and it was in his best interest to leave. Arthur gave him his blessing, and with that he gave you a quick goodbye and left.

Strauss had also left, but not as peacefully as Josiah. Arthur came in one day yelling at him, saying things like "you disgust me" and "you shame us". You knew that he had Arthur do his dirty business, Arthur always complained about it. When you asked him later though, he didn't want to discuss what happened.

Camp was quiet all morning, everyone just sitting around passing time in any way they could. You had a chair pulled up next to Dutch's tent. You had started sketching in your journal, Arthur gave you a few tips and tricks, but you weren't nearly as good as him.

Micah was standing on the other side of Dutch, cleaning his guns. Even doing simple things like that, he still found ways to annoy you. You looked up as you saw Arthur approach Dutch.

"What is going on Dutch? What is happening to us" Arthur said.

He was referring to the two men sitting at the table close to the fire, Cleet and Joe. They were old friends of Micah. They showed up the other day, making you a bit uncomfortable.

"You show Dutch some respect" Micah barked, walking up to Arthur.

You shut your journal and stood up when you noticed Charles, John, Javier, and Bill walking over to the argument. Nothing else was said, as a group of men road into camp.

"Mr. Van Der Linde! Mr. Morgan! Charles!" A man you never saw shouted. "They tried to kill my people for oil!"

You looked around as more men on horses road in.

"Today we ride once more. Ride with me, ride with us against the factory." The man said.

It finally clicked who these men were. The Native American tribe Arthur, Dutch, and Charles had been helping.

"I love your courage son." Dutch spoke as he walked towards the men.

Your head turns again as someone else road into camp. "Stop, everybody stop!"

"What is going on?" You kept thinking to yourself.

The man spoke again. "My son, my last son, don't."

You and the others watched as the older man pleaded with his son not to go to the factory and fight. Different looks were plastered on everyone's faces. Charles, looked on in grief, saddened by what was being said. Arthur had a look on his face, but you couldn't read it. And Dutch, he watched with his poker face on, showing nothing.

"Your words mean nothing to me Father." You are brought back to the conversation. "Ride with me! Now!"

The large group of men road off, the chief still pleading at them to stop. He then started walking over to your group.

"Please, Mr. Morgan. After you helped me, after we spoke, this is just a trap. My son, my people, will all die." He said.

Dutch raised and eyebrow and looked at Arthur. "You helped this feller Arthur?"

"What of it?" Arthur responded.

"What else you been doing behind Dutch's back?" Micah chimed in. Arthur had rage painted all over his face, but before he said anything else, the chief spoke to him again.

"Please help them, they will be killed out there!"

"I'll see what I can do." Arthur nodded. "Who else will come with me?"

"Oh I'll ride Arthur. Who knows what other secrets I'll learn about." Dutch said. He looked at you and gave you a look, silently asking what you were going to do.

"I'm going too." You spoke up. You saw Micah roll his eyes but you ignored it. Sadie, Charles, John, Javier, and Bill all followed Arthur to the horses. You all mounted up quickly, Dutch taking the lead.

"All right. Let's head out."