The next morning…

A gust of wind breaks its way through the opening of my text, a shiver runs down my arms as I resist the urge to fall back into a blissful state of sleep. I feel a constant thud on my temple, I'm hungover.

"Ugh, you idiot…" I mumble to myself.

I begin to push myself up when my eyes catch sight of the half-dressed man next to me. John. Fuck. This can't be good.

I poked him in the ribcage with my index finger, he flinched. At least he ain't dead. I mustered the courage to speak.

"John."

"I'm trying to sleep here Abigail what do you…" his eyes widened, a panicked look takes over his face.

"Ana?! What happened? Fuck did we, you know?"

I shook my head quickly, trying to sustain my own panic. "No, at least I don't think so… but we definitely went as far as we could considering the state we were both in."

John seemed a bit relieved, at least he wouldn't have to worry about bringing another child into this world. He began to recall the events of last night, frowning at the thought of betraying Abigail. He loved her but the two of them hadn't been together since Jack was born. He wanted to believe it was pure lust, he hadn't cared for another woman in years.

"I'm sorry Anastasia. I-I should've stopped it."

...

She put a friendly hand on his shoulder. "No, we're both at fault… look I promise not to say anything. Nothing happened last night, you fell asleep in here because you were too drunk to find your own tent, okay?"

John nodded in agreement, all they could do was move past this, he hoped to god that no one had heard them last night. He smirked at the thought of praying, he was never a religious man.

The two of them faced in opposite directions as they got back into their clothes. Ana making sure her hair wasn't a mess. She turned to him.

"Alright, I'm decent." They exchanged a small smile.

"I'd better go wash up, I uh, think I smell of you." John contained a smirk as the words left his lips.

She sniffed him subtly, lavender. "Good idea, try not to drown"

John rolled his eyes before they both left the tent, heading in different directions.

...

No one seemed to notice, luckily, most people were still passed out. I sighed in relief when Abigail was nowhere to be seen

"Have fun last night?" a voice spoke up from behind me. I turned around quickly to see Micah, he had a disgusting look on his face.

"Great. You're back," I said in a sarcastic tone, I don't quite like that man. Something's off about him.

"Looks like I missed one hell of a party. So, tell me which one of them boys had you last night? Will it be my turn next?"

My expression hardened, without thinking I slapped Micah with all my strength, walking away quickly as he stumbled backwards. Asshole.

I looked down at my stinging palm until I heard footsteps behind me, I readied myself for a fight until I saw it was Arthur who approached me.

"My lady, are you alright? Is Micah bothering you? I swear I'll teach that bastard a lesson, just give me the word."

"Don't bother, I think he'll leave me be now," we exchange a knowing smirk.

"Good, good. Hey, you coming along for that train robbery today?"

"I sure am."

Later that day…

My heart pounded against my chest, I attempted to steady myself by taking long breaths one at a time. There are so many things that could go wrong while robbing a train, but I can't think of that right now.

I lifted my head up to Arthur, who was standing on top of a wagon full of explosives, a shotgun in hand

"You sure this'll work?" I asked, hoping fear didn't sound obvious in my voice, John looked at me then back to Arthur.

"If you were driving that train wouldn't you stop?" Arthur said confidently. I nodded to myself, securing my bandana which hid my identity.

I felt the ground rumble, it's coming.

"Get ready fellers!" John shouted above the sound of the oncoming train. I grip my pistol tightly with sweaty hands.

The train stops just before it collides with the explosives, I sigh out in relief, following John's lead as we board the train.

"Ladies and gentlemen stay calm and none of ya'll will get shot! Hand over all you've got, money and valuables!" John yelled at the top of his lungs. I point my pistol right between the eyes of each civilian we rob.

We come across a man who looks me right in the eye, I shout in his face without any hesitation. "The fuck you looking at? Hand it over mister or I'll put a bullet between your eyes!" I hardly recognize my own voice, I've robbed before, but this feels different.

John looks at me for the briefest of seconds, I swear his bandana was concealing a smirk from the way his cheeks lifted.

Arthur catches up with us, looking at the frightened passengers, then back to us. "Miss I can help him out from here, you go check on that red-headed fool" I nod confidently, moving quickly on my way to find the Irish man.

I look up to see him at the entrance of the baggage cart. "Sean, what you doing? You ain't even look yet?" I try and keep my voice to a loud whisper, so no one hears his name.

"Calm down woman! There's probably something in here."

Sean is interrupted by a man who bursts out of the door, a gun in hand, he tries pushing him off but fails. My eyes widen, I've never killed before, but I have no choice. I have to save Sean.

I aim my weapon and take the shot. Blood splatters everywhere and I feel nothing.

"For fuck's sake," Sean says, pain evident in his voice as he presses a hand against his ear. I shoot down two other men who collapse instantly. "Sean stay here and watch my back, I'll go look."

"I'll try me best sister, but I'm seeing double here."

"Gives you twice the chance of hitting someone right?" Sean responds with a painful laugh as I loot the cart. I smile as I collect all the cash and valuables, Dutch will be pleased.

"Ana, we've got a problem out here" Sean looks at me, I run to him to see two men on horses.

"Smith, Marston, Morgan, get the hell out here right now!" The men rush out, taking cover by my side.

Arthur takes a peak before addressing the men. "There's only two of you assholes! You best ride away!"

My jaw drops as several men appear from the woods, well fuck. "Me and my big mouth," Arthur mumbles seeming irritated.

I'm the first one to act, shooting the man's lantern so his clothes catch on fire, I can hear his screams as the gunfire starts.

"We need to get out of here!" Arthur shouts. We run for our horses, staying together as they gallop away in unison.

"Stay with me now!" Arthur yells as he points his gun back, taking a shot. I'm about to do the same until I feel something hard break through my skin, I cry out, grabbing my shoulder to feel warm blood trickling down my exposed arm.

Everyone looks back to make sure I didn't die, John looks terrified until he sees me alive. My horse got spooked and isn't able to keep up with the group. "Come on boy!" I ignore the desperation in my voice as I try to get the old stallion moving again.

"Jump on!" I look to John who rode back, I don't bother thinking twice before I get on the back of his horse, leaving my own to run off to god knows where. I grab his shoulders.

"Shit you get shot? Are you alright?" John looks back halfway, making sure to pay attention to where he's going.

"I-I'm fine… I think the bullet went right through. Thank you, John."

John tries not to worry as he catches up with the rest of the men, they ride until Arthur says it's safe.

...

Arthur looks over to Anastasia with a look of concern painted on his face. "She okay?" John nods, looking a bit unsure of his own answer.

"Look we need to split up, don't head straight back to camp, besides John. You take her back, and quick. That'll need to be cleaned and wrapped." John nods before he rides off, taking a look at Anastasia who appears to have passed out.

"Ana, stay with me!" She groans softly at the pain, resting her head on John's shoulder as they ride back.

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