Isaac rode up with his heart in his lungs, everyone looking at him with various levels of confusion.
"Kid, what the hell are you doing here?" Micah hissed.
Saying nothing, Isaac got off his horse. He took a few greedy seconds to pass a hand along Harlin's sweating, panting neck. Isaac now stood directly between a firing squad and the lead members of one of the most notorious gangs of the wild west. He knew there was no real way he was going to get out of this alive, wasn't even going to pretend anymore. Dutch Van Der Linds didn't know he could trust him and the moment Isaac revealed Micah's plot, well, he'd be shot through the skull by one of the snipers.
"Boy!" Micah demanded again.
Finally, Isaac turned Harlin away and slapped him hard on the ass. Sending the horse fleeing to safety. Things were about to get really bloody really quick.
If he had more time he would have marveled at how far he'd come in such short about of time. Only a few months ago he was an abused but sheltered teenager. And now he was about to do the bravest thing of his entire life.
He squared off with Micah, and the man glared back. Hands twitching for his guns. Time to bite the bullet, he just hoped he wouldn't have to do it literally. "this entire arrangement is a trap." he revealed boldly. "There are snipers high on the cliffs waiting for Micah to give the signal to take you all out."
"You bastard." Micah sneered, taking a large step back. With all the theatrics of a grand magician, he raised his hand and made a slicing motion across his neck.
A half a second passed before Micah repeated the movement, this time facing the cliffs.
"You see my boy," Dutch said smoothly, directing Isaac's attention to him. "we came completely prepared for Micah's treachery."
"My treachery?" Micah spat. "Last I recall, YOU were the one to cast me aside because your little brat got jealous."
"However you choose to remember things is fine by me." Dutch soothed, blinking slowly.
"There's more!" Isaac shouted drawing out the page detailing where the other camp was. "He's also set up a raid for your main camp. He's got another gang watching them, ready to wipe them all out!"
"Is that so?" Dutch replied as he casually took the offered page. He opened it and smiled. "Arthur, you were right all along. About everything it seems." He half-turned to give Arthur an approving nod. "You see son, not many can sneak past the eagle eye of Arthur Morgan but absolutely no one can fool our Mr. Smith. We were in the process of moving camps after I was sighted outside of Valentine, so it really was no trouble to lead them back to our old camp and set it up as a decoy. Completely empty, unless you count the repurposed scarecrows and old tarps, that is."
Isaac was gobsmacked, "You were... prepared for everything?"
"Not only that," Dutch said gently laying his large hand on Isaac's shoulder. "We even left an anonymous tip with the Pinkertons. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. After today, there will be fewer gangs and lawmen to chase us." Dutch offered him a friendly smile and made a subtle signal toward the same cliffs Micah had. And Isaac realized Dutch must have his own men up there. That somehow Dutch had been one step ahead of them all by outflanking Micah's ambush with one of his own.
"Well," Micah spat. "there's one thing you had absolutely no way of accounting for." Isaac felt his collar yanked back, pulling him out of Dutch's grasp and the cold chamber of Micha's revolver came to rest at the side of his head.
Isaac risked a glance to see the man was seething. Practically foaming at the mouth.
"Threatening to shoot your own man is certainly a creative tactic I grant you." Dutch drolled. "but I fail to see how it would affect me."
"Always pretending, Dutch." Micha sneered, adjusting his hold over Isaac so it was even tighter. "But you never see the big picture, do you?" He let out a maniacal laugh as he shook Isaac roughly.
"This kid was arrested for the murder of his mother, Eliza Montgomery. Ain't that right, Isaac?"
"Just what are you-"
"Remember what you told me about Arthur's woman?" Micah said talking over Dutch. "At first I thought it may just be a coincidence, but when I broke him out of jail, the fake last name he used was Killgore. Sound familiar?"
"Sounds like a lot of circumstantial evidence." Dutch challenged, but his patience was finally showing a bit of wear as his prominent brows pinched in.
"Tell um Isaac!" Micah shouted. "Tell them all who's bastard son you are."
Isaac never really planned how he would reveal his identity to his father but at gunpoint was not how he ever imagined it. But even so, as he locked eyes with his father he saw what his mother had talked about. The same wispy blond hair and blue eyes as his own. and tho the man in front of him, gun raised and scowl fixed, was much bigger than him, it was like looking into a glimpse of the future. Some other version of himself, and he was awwed by how recognizable he was. Tho Isaac had no real memory of the man, he saw so much of his past. Someone wild and hardened by life, yet he held an eir of surety. Someone who wasn't evil but who did what had to be done and acted within the limits of some personal moral code.
The boy breathed in a calming breath as he took in the brief vision of someone he wanted to someday be. Not an outlaw, but the protective right-hand man of a modern-day Robin Hood.
"My name is Isaac Morgan." he said and the blue eyes he looked into widened a fraction but gave nothing else away except that something was felt by the man.