A/N: Well this is my new Red dead redemption fic and I hope it turns out like it is in my head. This one is another Bonnie/John fic but also Abraham Reyes/Bonnie! I thought about these two for a while for some reason and thought I should just experiment with them. I can't give you anymore but I can't wait to see how this plays out! Read and hopefully enjoy! It is a bit of hurt/comfort in the beginning but it's only between father and daughter nothing bad. Oh I think I forgot to tell you guys that this story is kind of hurt/comfort as well as romance/friendship etc…but that's how I roll!

*NOTE: Bonnie Macfarlane is 27 in the game itself but in this/my version she is 24. She does change age in all my RDR fics don't know why but she looks pretty young and 24 in the game! It takes place during the game but there are no familiar cut scenes/scenes from the game! I steal no scenes from the game

Family Affairs

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She wiped her forehead on her arm and squinted up towards the bright mid summer's sky. John had been gone for quite some time now and it's already been 3 days since she's last seen him. He didn't really tell her where he was headed to but he did leave with a 'don't worry' look before riding off.

Nearly everybody on the ranch admired Mr. Marston and even Drew Macfarlane who was very leery of him the first time he laid eyes on him. That all suddenly changed over time and the whole ranch began to know who John Marston was these days; the only one that really knew him was Bonnie the little girl that held the whole place together when her pa' wasn't around.

After finishing her duties around the stables she returned the pitch fork back to the barn and went home for a nice glass of lemon tea. She later invited some of the workers for a glass and they all sat on the porch taking in the warm air; some on the porch leaned up against something and some on the stairs with smiles. "Ms. Macfarlane thank you so much for the tea." A few of the folk stood up one after the other giving her gentle smiles before leaving and attending to their previous affairs but the only one that stayed after was Amos. He really adored Miss Macfarlane; not just for her hard-working and not just for her devotion and love for everyone around but also for her beauty and her presence. Just seeing her everyday gave Amos a smile.

"How is everything Miss Macfarlane need any help 'round the house or—he paused once Bonnie moved down the stairs and stopped right before him. Her massive blue eyes could drive any man insane and her smile and dear god those freckles just the sight of it made him shake. "Thanks Amos but no I can take care of the house on my own." She put a hand on his shoulder looking up at him through those little lashes.

Amos smiled behind that ol' brunette mustache of his and tipped his hat before leaving. Bonnie returned the gentle smile and headed inside.

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The day was slowly changing and getting cooler as the clouds began to hover up above hiding the sun. There was no doubt that it was going to pour and it was only 1:13 in the mid-afternoon. The crops, the horses and the ranch itself needed some rain.

It's been a bit dry around here lately which meant hot humid days for the workers.

"Would you like some tea pa'?" Bonnie met her father in the dining room sitting at the table alone, staring down at the pile of old newspapers. She moved in further standing beside him. He gazed up at her without an expression. "Sure and here take these I'm tired of seein' them lay around." He picked up the pile of newspapers and handed them to Bonnie who took them and disposed of them as she was told.

Bonnie went into the kitchen with the papers only to make her pa' some tea and out of curiosity she snuck a quick look down at the first newspaper she saw and it pulled her in. Distraction was never a big problem for her but this one article was rather interesting. She picked it up and leaned back into the table that was never used anymore across the room from the stove and blinked the exhaustion out of her eyes. Those eyes scanned over and over trying to understand what she was reading holding the paper tighter and slightly closer. "Mexican rebel shot down in Nuevo Paraiso, Northern Mexico…who is this man?" her little southern accent didn't help her at all with those few startling words but she managed to say them correctly and sat the paper back down on the table.

She looked back down at it one last time just to make sure it was a throw away but the date was fairly new. It happened only a few days ago and then something came to her. John was gone for a reason maybe for that reason…who was this Mexican rebel and did Marston really know him?

Thoughts like that ran through her mind and before she had time to snap out of it and take time to blink her pa' was yelling for his cup of tea she was supposed to have made for him minutes ago.

"Shoot!" she hurried herself but very steady like being as careful as she could trying her best not to break or knock down any other piece of expensive dish from the cupboards and sat the decorative mug down slowly shutting the doors to the cupboard before making her way over to the stove where the kettle was. Bonnie took hold of the kettle and poured carefully when Mr. Macfarlane walked in standing beside her. "Bonnie was took ya'?" his voice was calm and soft; he's been this way with her ever since that one night when he arrived home after a long game of Liar's Dice in Thieves' landing.

She was a strong faithful daughter to her father and she forgave him for what he had done. She probably wasn't in the best mood but she forgave him even though he will hate himself till the day he is dead.

Bonnie smiled at him and spun around with the mug in both hands. "Got distracted if you can believe that." They both shared a few laughs and Drew drank until it was gone and kissed Bonnie's temple before leaving.

"I am off to Armadillo." He told her his voice normal and sensible it almost scared Bonnie. "What for pa'?" she asked wishing that her father would tell her where he was going exactly; he never really did that and it has been bugging her for years now.

Drew looked down and wiggled his nose in thought. He stood nervously and Bonnie could tell. "I have to see the doctor bu-but!" he stopped himself waving his hands before him stepping close to his daughter whom was found shaking her head and hands on her hips. He knew she wouldn't understand and would get worried. "Why don't you ever tell me when you have to see the doctor?" Bonnie's voice was stern and strong, also very feminine and worryingly.

Drew met her stare and it was hard.

"Darlin' I-I do this for your sake and this is why I know you would get upset." He stated the truth and Bonnie looked away and her arms limp at her sides.

A long silence met the two and it wasn't very good. "I love you pa' and I am supposed to worry like that I am your daughter who you never tell anything to." Her eyes fell to the ground and soon she was so flustered and upset Drew caught her sobbing.

His brows met and he came closer to her until he was in reach putting his hands on her upper arms. "I don't want you to worry Bonnie and if it makes you feel any better I ain't sick." He said with a reassuring smile that made him feel a bit better about this whole situation leaving his hands right where they were. Bonnie looked down at her arms and pushed both of his hands away. "If you ain't sick then why are you going?" she stomped her foot causing one weak floor board to squeak under the pressure. Drew moved back in surprise. She raised her voice at him and she hadn't done such a thing in a while.

Fighting back Drew pointed a finger. "Now Bonnie don't you rai-she stopped him again; she definitely wasn't a bad stubborn woman but this feeling kept eating away at her and she knew it was the only way to get answers from him. "No Pa' stop lyin' to me and tell me what's wrong?" she didn't get in his face; she knew for a woman to do that was so wrong but she stood her ground doing everything she possibly could to make him spill.

Drew sighed and gave in.

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Pa' told her everything. He had some crazy disease that was practically eating away at him the inside out. How come he didn't tell her sooner it just drove her completely insane?

After being shot down by her own father after she forced herself to go, Bonnie stayed home and watched the clouds and the sky change color until that one flash of lightning hit in the distance and rain poured right outside her window.

"Damn it!" she pounded her fist softly onto the table right in front of her and those stubborn tears reappeared as a sudden pain hit her directly in the chest. She felt torn to pieces that would never be able to be put back together again…but if so not the same way. Leaving the quiet spacious kitchen she began to climb the stairs when there was a knock at her door.

She let out a silent sigh and turned to answer the door. It was Amos and he looked exhausted and a bit tipsy.

"Amos it's gettin' late." Her hands fell on her hips again; it was just a Bonnie thing. Amos propped one hand high on the doorframe while the other dangled out before him back hunched like the drunken fool he was. Moving her hands and putting them out in front of her she moved forward. "Amos you're drunk again please go home." She told him in a secure firm tone that had him stopping against her hands.

She swallowed loud. He leaned more forward into Bonnie that his hat fell off and she had her arms around him trying to hold him steady. His forehead was pressed against her right shoulder causing her to stumble backwards quite a bit from the unwanted weight.

"Ms. Macfarlane I'm sorry!" he cried into her shoulder right then and there, and he finally stood to his feet with his face still buried in her shoulder. What was he so upset about that it made him cry like this?

Bonnie cared for Amos and it hurt to see him so distraught. Helping him stand correctly she held him by the arms and pushed him back to where she could now notice his wet face. He was a full grown man and he was crying like a baby. "Don't be sorry you crazy drunk you can stay here tonight." After finding nothing more to say that's what came out and now she was stuck making it happen, as she dragged him towards the stairs. It was a good thing she had that guest room down the hall.

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She led him into the bedroom and still dragging him, she let him go once they both came close to the bed.

"Th-thank you Bonnie I don't think I will survive with-without-without you." He began to get all slurred and drunken voiced that made Bonnie laugh a little inside standing at the bedside. Her hands met her hips again as the left one poked straight out.

"Now you are goin' to stay in bed and if I see you out I will surely strap you to that there mattress until you do." Her girlish yet demanding masculine voice gave Amos the chance to finally smile before she left. Also it'll be pretty funny to see such a sweet thing like her strap him to the bed that was as delicate and soft as she was looking right about now with that caring smile and those glowing blue eyes.

Before she was to leave for the night her stomach growled rather loudly and loud enough that it made even a drunk man look over at her.

She found his yellow blood shot eyes on hers from below and she turned away. "Are you hungry?" she asked just before he would even have the chance to speak again her arms now crossed across her torso that seemed to make her breasts pop in which made his lips curve and his eyes narrow.

He gave her a little nod of the head and she smiled only at the sight of his hair and how long and grey it was actually becoming.

Something hit her right there as she was busy looking at him. She really didn't know how old he was and she's known him for years now. It made her feel like such a fool and there was no way she was going to ask him. He was drunk and it was just rude for a woman to do such a thing but the truth is asking a woman how old she was, was twice as worse.

"I will be right back with somethin' to eat." She left the room without looking back at Amos who seemed like he wouldn't make it by the time she came back.

So she came at the last step of the stair case and headed for the kitchen. When she came into the kitchen she paused and saw her pa' sitting at the table staring at the wood lined refrigerator that was only steps away from him against the wall. He looked decent enough and looked healthy enough that he could fool Bonnie; the painful truth is that he was dying.

She didn't make a sound. "I love you Bonnie." He blurted and his voice so soft and fatherly it brought her to tears again; silent tears.

Drew played around with his fingers on the table before he got up and was soon standing before his daughter wanting to embrace her. "Bonnie I have to tell you somethin'." He said and all that did was make her shake and shiver beneath the hands that held her. She didn't want to hear but she did anyway. She could hear that smile in his voice and it was confusing to her.

"I ain't dyin' Bonnie Dr. Johnston said I was alright—he was suddenly pushed off and Bonnie crossed her arms again. "No, no how could he lie like that and make us worry so much what kinda' man is he?" she stormed in a flustered frenzy with those same tears from moments ago staining her face backed into the wall.

Drew knew it was pretty crazy of that man to tell him he was dying one day and then tell him he was perfectly fine the next. It didn't make sense to him at all either but Bonnie was getting out of hand. Drew entered her barrier and set his hands on her shoulders.

"Bonnie we have been through so much over these past few years and the doctor said I am fine." He pinched her shoulders rough and tight staring her in those eyes.

Bonnie didn't move this time all she did was put her long arms around his waist and fell into him with her face in his shoulder. "Everythin' is going to be alright." He assured her with a secure embrace and a little peck on the forehead.

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After telling her pa' that Amos was staying over for the night she followed him into his own bedroom and they both gave their own goodnights and she left again.

She closed his door to a crack and turned out the hall lights as she entered the guest room of course finding Amos fast asleep across the bed. Smiling down at him she did before turning off the oil lamp and left.

She was still thinking about John; where the hell was he and why was he gone for so long? She thought it maybe had something to do with that incident in the newspaper she read hours ago. Going into the wash room she stared at her face in the mirror above the empty oval basin just as she was about to take out her hair for the night.

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E/N: Well there you have it for the beginning chapter the ending wasn't really great but you know more on the way