The Hunters and the Hunted // RDR2 // DISCONTINUED

XXVIII

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This chapter is pretty short and uneventful but it has an important flashback soo.. 🤷🏻‍♀️
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Harley's POV

It had only been a couple days since I unwillingly rejoined the O'Driscoll gang. My wound was left untreated, the bullet still buried in the flesh waiting to cause an infection. I refused medical treatment from the gang, disgusted by the idea of any of them even looking in my direction. Colm forced me to share a room with him, like nothing had changed since I abandoned his crew. The only difference was I stood up for myself more that before and, despite Colm's constant pestering, I didn't allow myself to get forced into the toxic, unwanted relationship again. The only weapon on me was my sawed-off shotgun, which carried no bullets in it. I had allowed Sterling to flee with the rest of my weapons and all my supplies, an impulse decision that I now regret. However, if I was going to escape, I would need the gang's trust...

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Sean's POV

"Dutch! Dutch!" I called loudly, rushing into camp on Robin's back, not even bothering to hitch her.

"Mr. MacGuire, you've been gone quite a while. What can I do for you?" The raven-haired leader questioned, lighting a cigarette calmly.

"I was captured by O'Driscolls!" I announced, panting slightly. The statement drew the attention of other gang members, who approached with worried faces.

"What?!" Dutch replied with a baffled look. I nodded, waving my hands around crazily as I dove into the story of my kidnapping.

"How'd you escape?" Arthur spoke up, his usual unimpressed expression covering his face.

"That's the thing! Harley came for me, I- I don't know how she found out but-"

"Harley? As in the blonde-haired, two-faced traitor that we banished?!" John erupted in annoyance. "You don't think it's suspicious that she just happened to know you were there?"

"Listen, she saved my life! I was minutes away from being executed and she got me out of there." I explained, my gaze darting between Arthur and Charles, who were both listening intently.

"And where is she now?" Arthur piped up, crossing his arms.

"I- there was an exchange... A prisoner for a prisoner, if you will." I stuttered, tensing under the brunette's intense stare.

"And Nyx?" Charles asked, taking a small step forward.

"I don't–"

"They went looking for her." A meek voice interrupted. We all turned to Marston's child in shock. "T– they came here — Auntie Nyx and Uncle Kieran — a few days ago looking for Uncle Sean, said they were searching for Auntie Harley... that she was missing." He mumbled softly, looking up at his father. "I promised I wouldn't tell anyone." We stared at the boy, processing the information.