This chapter has yet to explain the reasons why Sierra does the things she does and I am sorry for that. theres adult content in this chapter, and i felt like i needed to give you lovely readers a Christmas gift.Rated M for MatureEnjoy!

The Hunt

Is On

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"Easy, you're safe." The assassin told the female as she couldn't believe her own body in seeking out Aruaud's warmer body. She sighed, scrubbing her face with both hands and not daring to look him in the eyes until she was ready.

"You were calling out my name." Aruaud said grinning like a dumbass goof. "Was I that good, in giving you pleasure in your dream?!?"

Sierra swatted at the tall assassin's head, knocking down the cowl showing off his childish face. Oh my God! He looks so young, and here I am going to get him killed! "Shut the fuck up, asesino."

"Easy my feisty gunslinger." Aruaud laughed which earned him a sharp smack in the back of his head making him yelp in shock. For once since in his life of Master Assassin this was the first time since being a young novice that Aruaud got smacked "Owie!"

Sierra seemed pleased having peace and quiet for a few minutes from Aruaud. Howling broke through the thick air of early morning silence, and the sun had not even begun to rise yet. Aruaud came to be beside the female gunslinger at the sudden howling. The male Assassin didn't want to be breakfast for a pack of hungry wolves. As if she could read his thoughts the female chuckled at the other Assassin with a gleam of playfulness in the hazel eyes.

"Pack up my bedroll while I saddle up our horses." She told him placing a hand on his shoulder before she bent down planting a kiss on his rosy red cheeks and gently talking against his cheek. "That look suits you better."

Arnaud's eyes shot open as far as they could. His face was in slight horror at hearing these words come from a friend. No Sierra wasn't a friend, she was more than a friend, wasn't she?!? Now Aruaud had his feelings to blame him for his predicament he was in and for making Sierra move to being friends to fully being dare he say it... lovers. As if to read his thought, Sierra looked over her shoulder at the tall assassin, eyes hidden under the hat that the others knew were watching him like a hawk.

Giving a chuckle to himself, the master assassin stood up from his place to start rolling up the bed roll by the time Aruaud had tied the bedroll to the back of Sierra's saddle and the fire was put out. The female gunslinger had both horse's ready, but stood between the two horses watching his every move before she uttered a sound right beside him with a hand on his arm.

"Íosa!" Aruaud jerked his arm back, his hidden blade coming out with a soft snick which caused the female gunslinger assassin to give a dirty look at the tall pale complexioned Irish assassin.

"Dios, you a novice!" Sierra growled, arms up, blocking the blade with her own knife that she didn't realize she automatically grabbed. She felt naked without a set of hidden blades herself, last time she welded a hidden blade was when she was with Connor. Here was the first day of them on their journey of being wanted and they were already at each other's throats.

"Asesino, we have to do something about this." The female assassin said, pushing Aruaud's arm down while she put her knife away.

"Then what do you suggest, a stór?"

Gritting her teeth, the female gunslinger assassin stood up, marching her way to the sorrel mare, a quick yank of the reins, had the mare throwing her head up high as they turned around the other paint horse began to follow.

Aruaud saw his horse leaving without him. Shit, horse means business! The tall Irish assassin took three or four long strides to get to his horse, with practical ease the other flung himself in the saddle which he would never get quite used to. Seemed like the damn saddles of the west wanted to cause Aruaud's groin pain.

Looking at the backside of Sierra, the Irish assassin's couldn't help but wonder how Sierra stood having... Whoa! Stop that train of thought, stupid idiot! As if reading his mind the female assassin turned in the saddle, making it look so natural that it made Aruaud want to cry at how painful it would be to twist his pelvis in such an unnatural way. For being a master assassin the Irishman was being a wimp, but hell the female before him was enough pain for him as was and clearly his dream was proof of that.

"What!" The female asked, hat being gently pushed up on her head for her to see under the shadow of the hood. "I know that look." She muttered turning right back around in the saddle facing forward not wanting to face the other at the moment. Thank Dios, that the sun was just starting to come up to paint the sky a tint of reddish-orange to cover up the slight reddening of her cheeks. Okay, so if they didn't make it out of this hell hole then at least she could say that she fucked another fellow assassin.

"Hide in plain sight, be one with the crowd. It will be fun, they said." A snort came from the female as she lightly taps the heels in to the side of the mare. Aruaud didn't have to really overhear what was being said as the mighty breeze coming down off the higher mountains carried the words of the other towards him. A slight grin played across his scarred lips at hearing Sierra recite the Creed. Been a while since the Irish assassin heard those words.

"Never compromise the Brotherhood." Sierra yanked on the horses reins, spinning them around so fast that she thought she had whiplash, but she was used to such movements and wouldn't have such an effect. Okay, so maybe Aruaud felt like he was the one that got it instead, which said something. Horses and Arnaud hadn't had the best ways of getting along, which would hint at why the Irishman was such a skilled climber and runner. Any other animal could be the tall assassin's friend, just don't give him a horse.

Whack!

"What the hell gunnadóir!"

"Pay attention asesino!" The other snapped, removing her boot from the stirrup, before making contact with Aruaud's midsection sending all his weight and the momentum of the boot shoving him off the saddle. Sierra grins watching the tall assassin struggle to regain his balance before gravity takes its hold in bringing him back down to earth.

A small cloud of red dust arose from where someone had fallen. Coughing the male glared up at the still in the saddle female. There was something that Arnaud couldn't place just yet about the gunslinger assassin. Wait, that's right, mares. Moody as fuck, mean as fuck and one hell of a damn fighter. That's what was right in front of him. Peachy, just peachy.

"Enough horseplaying. We need to reach Rawlins before Colt and his men do"

"That's a few days of riding to get to Rawlins."

"We'll be heading into Indian territory. If we get split up, seek a tribe that will take you in. Pistolero, Hermano del Credo, Ratonhnhaké: para enviarme and only speak of these words. It is a matter of life and death with those words." Sierra said spinning her horse right around and began to ride away from the fallen assassin. Said assassin growls getting up off the ground brushing off the dirt from his assassin robes before sticking a boot in the stirrup grumbling all the while about females and mares.

Aruaud's horse shakes its head as they walk following the female. Why must he have a thing for feisty females? One thing he hasn't figured out yet, as the other master assassin's seemed to have figured it out. Women who are defiant and deadly as hell make even the battle harden assassin's cry. Sierra wasn't one to treat as a fragile object, she was one that clearly told you what's on her mind and will do it her way much like Maria Trope. Why does everything always have to take Aruaud back to Altaïr? The poor guy was riddled with Altaïrs' fond memories of Maria.

Groaning out loud Aruaud heard the sound of somebody shifting in their saddle. Looking up over the top of his horse's head, staring back at him was Sierra who gave him a slight worried look.

"Are you okay there asesino?"

Aruaud eyes widen as he quickly recovers from his shock. "Um..yeah, it was nothing."

Sierra has known Ratonhnhaké:ton for so long had gotten excellent attention when someone was lying. "Spill it or I'll leave you out here walking on your own in Indian territory."

Oh, this just keeps getting more peachy by the second! Aruaud things as she tries to convey a story for the female. "It's nothing, just not sure if I can remember all of what your told me to say."

"Very well. Well keep riding til dusk, make camp and teach you the basic spanish for survival. Until then, try keeping your dick in your pants."

Aruaud was slightly confused because he looked down seeing that his cock was starting to get hard from hearing Sierra's beautiful voice talking to him. Oh fuck me! A muffled laugh was heard from the female, which Aruaud felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment.

They rode in silence only stopping to give the horses a break and for them to get their legs a rest from the long ride. "How many more miles do you suppose it is to Rawlins?"

"Four days. Lucky us, day one drawing to a close. Let's get back on the trail, walk for a while to give the horses a break from riding." Sierra said, grabbing the rein to her mare and watching Aruaud. "Heard your moaning the other night. Was it a pleasant dream?" She asked just digging to see if the world answered her question.

"Ah...no. No,that wasn't the case," Aruaud replied trying to think of anything but the truth. "Old memories, that's all."

Sierra looked over her shoulder, hat casting a shadow over her beautiful face. A small quirk of her lips formed a slight smirk that clearly, Aruaud did not like. It reminded him too much of his own fellow brothers. "In time you'll tell." Was the reply to his response.

They walked their horse's switching quickly to riding them when a cloud of dust was stirring before them, the sound of men yelling at their horse's, guns being cocked and ready, and most of all they were part of Colt's men. Quickly Sierra spins her mare around, looking for any places to hide Aruaud and his horse. "Go up into the canyons rockside, escape while I lead them away. Remember what I said. Find a tribe, tell them what you were told, stay hidden until then, hermano." She then rode off, not looking back to see Aruaud had followed her orders, all she did was pull out her gun, pulled her hat down on her head and rode off without a single look back.

It was a sad feeling that the Irish assassin was developing, that the female he, himself was falling for did not look back to see if he was okay. The male understood why the gunslinger didn't, for fear that she would get killed. Sierra the see rode up a small cliff stopping her mare at the top where said mare rose up reading, front legs kicking the air, the sound drew the small group of men's attention to them as the mare landed back down. It felt like time had slowed down from Sierra as she looked at the sheriff leading them and him back before everything went back to normal with a single gunshot being fired, killing the sheriff leading the group. In return for fleeing Sierra, miss judged the men before her as she turned her back riding up into the mountains. A second shot was head, a heated pain shot thought Sierra's left side of her body. A silent scream was all that was made before Sierra kicked her horse into a run, shot being fired while she rode, the group now after her.

Taking the faded bandana off from around her neck, Sierra Rivera de Nerha uses it to stop the bleeding to the best of her ability as she rides. "Dio, help me if you will." She slowed her horse down to a steady gallop, in hopes of that there's a day between the posse and her. "Aruaud!" Sierra gasped, pain from her wound causing her to groan. "Tell me he's okay, girl?"

Said horse's ears swivel back and forth in airplane mode which didn't answer the humans question.