A/N: Hey guys! I am so happy, more reviews for the second chapter =D and I'm really glad you guys enjoy the story! So, here is chapter three =) Oh, and I decided to write this story more out of Miley's PoV, sometimes switching to Lilly. Hope it's not too confusing ^^"

To Torigagged: Sorry to disappoint you, it's not that kind of story. It might be rated M, but not because there is so much sex (there probably will be, a lot later), but because of strong language, violence, that sort of stuff.

To my other reviewers, thank you so much for your kind reviews, guys, you can't imagine how happy I am to read from you =D

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Far Away

A Hannah Montana / Red Dead Redemption crossover Story, AU, OOC

Hostage

"Alright, as soon as the coach stops Archie will take care of the sergeant outside, Amos will keep the driver in check and Randy will untie the horses so they won't flee in that coach. As soon as the sergeant outside is not able to shoot us anymore I'll go inside, you watch my back. I'm sure there are others inside which will try to get rid of me. Everything clear?" my father tells me our plan once again. We are hiding behind a rock, I can already see the coach with Lillian Truscott heading our way and Sheriff Leigh Johnson is already gone again.

The plan is to kidnap the Truscott heiress and we'll hold her to ransom. Daddy and I agreed that this will mean a lot more money than just emptying her pockets and leave again. And killing her is also not an option because that won't bring money. "Yes, father." I give him my reply. I only call him like that in serious situations, I prefer calling him 'dad' or 'daddy'.

Three men of us are then riding to the street and blocking it. Okay, so here it starts … I see the sergeant of the American Army riding to the front and checking the situation, at the same time the coach comes to a halt and I get a good glimpse of who is inside the coach. A blonde woman, a fat man and definitely another army guy. I tell my father: "One woman, two men, one of them is from the army." He nods and replies: "Good, I see the same."

I clutch my rifle in my hands tightly. My heart starts beating a little faster but I have to stay as concentrated as possible. My father's life will probably be in danger when he goes in there, I must protect him! I don't understand why he always insists on doing stupid things like that, but I guess it's an ego thing. He wants to make a presence, he wants to show that he should be feared. "Stay on the left side of the door so I can shoot the army guy inside if necessary." I tell my dad, he just nods again, drawing his revolver and gets into a position where he can run towards the coach. I see the woman in the coach disappearing somewhere on the ground … she's probably hiding.

I then suddenly hear a shot from beside me and my father starts sneaking towards the vehicle. The sergeant outside was shot somewhere into his abdomen, I guess, and he just fell off his horse. I then aim my rifle towards the coach. My father is already standing beside it and I see Amos aiming his gun at the driver.

"Should I finish him?" Archie asks a little dumbfounded. I would roll my eyes but I'm only concentrated on the army man inside the coach. My father replies: "Do whatever you want! Randy, untie the horses!" I see the thin man out of the corner of my eye running towards the animals and cutting them lose with a sharp knife. Shortly after I hear hooves trampling. Good, that's done.

My dad opens the door quickly so I can get a better aim at the uniformed man inside and I see him preparing his rifle. I quickly aim at his hand as my father is stepping inside, staying to the left just like I asked him to, and I pull the trigger … score … the sergeant drops his rifle and I swear I can see blood. I quickly reload, now aiming at the fat guy. I can't hear exactly what they're saying, just voices. I see the man in the suit lifting a gun slowly, which is easy for me to aim at, even through the window, and I pull the trigger again … I only see a crushed window and shards falling all over the place, but I don't hear another shot, so I obviously struck it. I reload my gun again and look around quickly if there are others to get rid of. As I don't spot anyone I'm relieved …

"Thank you, Miley! Now get the gal and we'll leave again!" I hear my father calling out to me and I get up from my spot, also running towards the coach and securing my rifle to my back on the way there. My heartbeat is rising again. I can hear the fat guy saying: "There's no one else here, Stewart!" and I almost laugh, but it makes me angry that the guy is not ashamed of lying into our faces.

I step into the coach and shout at him: "Stop talkin' bullshit!" I know exactly that the girl is in here and I look around on the floor. Bingo, there's obviously a blue dress underneath the seats and I walk over. That is a lousy place to hide … too obvious … I kneel down and bend over to take a look at the woman under the seats. I take a quick glance at her eyes, blue eyes, and they're open for me to read like a book. She's scared out of her freakin' mind. Just please don't make a fuss out of this, missy.

I then grab her wrist and pull her out of this obviously stupid hiding place but she starts tugging and pulling, shouting: "Let go of me!" with no success. She's not as strong as I am and I just grab her other hand and press both against her back now. "Leave me alone!" she yells with a squeaky and high-pitched voice which rings in my ears and almost gives me a headache. Suck it up, blondie! I just turn to face the fat man again and ask him, annoyed: "Oh, does she look like there's no one else here, pal?" practically presenting her to him. He just averts my gaze and then looks to the ground. That's more like it!

I then take the rope which is tied to my belt and tie up her hands so I have mine free again. I then signal my dad to tie up her legs as well. Like this I can get her onto my horse without her trying to break free. She won't stand a chance. But as my father bends down to tie up her feet she starts kicking at him and yelling: "Go away!" with that high pitch in her voice again and it almost sets me off, I grab her shoulder, turn her towards me and raise my voice: "Shut up!" throwing daggers at her. I hope she takes a hint … and according to her frightened look she is.

Now for the other part, which pissed me off before. I walk over to the fat man again, standing directly in front of him, stemming my hands in my hips and wait until he looks up at me. I hate it when people lie to me, it only makes things worse! I kick him hard in his balls with my heel and watch him screaming and cringing with a slight feeling of satisfaction. "That's for lyin' to me!" I say and continue looking down at him, adding: "Remember that, fat guy!" He looks so despicable, like a stupid dog. To me, he is nothing more.

I turn my head and yell outside the coach to the guys: "Get the sack and let's move out!" We don't have much time left, there might be other people passing.

I then turn to face the oh-so-great lady again, looking so perfect in her light-blue dress, her fancy and matching hat, with those perfect blonde locks and pretty blue eyes. Pathetic … I grin a devilish grin and warn her: "You're officially being kidnapped, sweetie. Now don't you even try sayin' another word or you'll look like your great protectors." Again, pathetic! And this time I mean the sergeants, who are so highly spoken of by the civilians, so much I realized. They're just pathetic! I then see my father approaching the girl from behind and throwing a huge sack over her head, tying it loosely around her neck. We don't want her to choke. And the sack is linen, so she will be able to breathe.

I lean out of the door of the coach and whistle loudly. Sunny should be close so he should also hear my whistle. I trained him to come whenever I do so and shortly after he shoes up beside the coach. "Good boy." I say to him and then I help my father tying the girl to the back of the saddle. I usually find this an inhuman way of transporting another person, but for now it's the quickest way and we have to leave as soon as possible!

I hop onto Sunny, and look at the folks. My father also already mounted his horse and yells: "Move out!" to the guys and you can hear screams of: "Hya!" and "Heya!" all over the place. It's like a freakin' war field but we all ride away together. Not on the street, of course, rather away from the street to hide again. We can't ride back together so we will split up soon.

After a few minutes we find a huge rock where we can hide. There are no streets around so it seems safe so far and we stop there. My father waits until the men are gathered and tells them: "Split up here, men! We'll meet at the hideout again, but take ya time. Listen for rumors of this ambush! Word will spread fast! Now go!"

I then watch as our guys ride into all different directions. Some alone, some in groups of two or three. We're all used to this, it's a standard process. Only my dad and I - and our hostage - are still here under this rock. "Dad, let's properly seat her on the horse."

"Ya sure, bud?" he asks me and I nod in a determined manner. He knows that I don't like tying people up on a horse like that when they don't really deserve it. I mean, we just need her for the money, and she should not die on the way back to Tumbleweed, which, from here, is quite a long way. And with the constant bouncing of the horse her health won't be guaranteed.

My father then hops off his horse and unties her feet first so we can turn her so she can actually sit in the saddle behind me. And with that dress of hers it's not even that easy. This time she doesn't seem to protest and she seems so limp, I wonder if she's unconscious. I ask: "Yo, rich girl, ya still alive there?"

After a short moment of silence I get a reply from under the sack: "Why do you even care? Why don't you kill me instead?" I almost laugh at that statement and reply: "We need ya alive, that's why."

I hear her groaning and she threatens in a mad voice: "Wait until my father hears from this!" But this time I really have to laugh. A mocking laugh. An evil laugh. I only answer with: "Good, that's exactly what we want!" If we don't get in contact with him we won't receive any money. That's also the reason why we didn't kill the men in the coach.

My dad unties her hands and I quickly grab her wrists so she won't start fiddling around and lead them in front of me, so she's basically 'hugging' me from behind and we tie her hands up again there, so she won't fall off the horse. I can hear her mumbling something against my back but I don't care what it is. She's probably cursing.

"Alright, bud, we must hurry back before the lawmen start lookin' for us. We'll go back to the hideout passin' north of Armadillo. And we better stay away from Hennigan's Stead in the future." my father tells me, already back on his stallion, and I just nod before we let our horses run.

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The ride back to the hideout was long. Extremely long. That woman behind me just couldn't sit still. I wonder if she ever sat on a horse before. And at one point I swear she wanted to throw me off. But I won't fall off my horse, ever! As we arrive back at Tumbleweed the sun is low in the sky. It definitely was a very long ride, but with that Truscott person there on my back we had to slow down a little.

"My god, you're such a klutz!" I exclaim as I feel her still holding on to me - rather squeezing all the air out of my lungs while clinging on to me for her dear life, even though we've stopped now. I wait until my father comes over to us. I won't untie her alone, otherwise she might start fidgeting again. And I'm quite tired from the ride so it won't be that easy for me to keep her still. She snorts behind me and throws back: "Well then you better give me riding lessons!"

I feel anger crawling up from the pit of my stomach and I warn her: "Don't get sassy back there or I'll make you regret it!" She took the hint and doesn't say another word. My dad now unties her hands and we tie them up again behind her back. We lift her down from the horse and he throws her over his shoulder.

"Take care of the horses and meet me inside. I'll get her into the spare room." he tells me and I do so. I take of the horses saddles and bridles and shoo them into the paddock before getting into the house myself. The spare room is up the stairs, located right beside 'my' room and I walk in. My dad already tied her to the bed in this room and pulled the linen sack off of her head.

"You are all going to regret this! My father will send an army to hunt you down when he finds out that I'm missing!" she threatens us again but I just snort at this comment. A girl like her is no threat for me. Barking dogs don't bite. "At first he'll have to find us. And since nobody knows where we are they'll have to look in the whole Wild West." I glare at her but she just glares right back at me. She looks frightened but not as if she will give up that easily at the same time.

I suddenly hear hooves trampling on the outside, my dad goes to the window to take a look at who it is. I just keep eye contact with our hostage. I feel like this is more of a duel on who can stare longer. I frown as I hear my dad yelling: "Archie, Randy, come up here! I have a task for ya!"

Our staring duel continues until the said men walk into the room and she averts her gaze from mine to take a look at them. Archie is a very scary person if you look at him. His eyes are wild and he is kind of a maniac. He looks more like a corpse that's running wild sometimes. Rumors said that he once had to eat one of his dead buddies in order to survive out in the open and that's when his blood-colored rings under his eyes appeared. I personally don't believe that, I just think he always looked like this. He is a brutal man and I don't like him, but he saved my father's life once so I won't say a word.

"Archie, you'll stay here tonight and make sure that the woman won't try to break free. Randy, you'll keep watch outside." he orders, Randy obeys immediately and walks outside. Archie only nods. My dad adds: "And ya both keep your hands off of the woman, you got that?" Both answer in unison: "Yes, boss." and Randy disappears downstairs.

I look at the broke man suspiciously, he's looking at the Truscott heiress intensely and I nudge my father to also look at him. "Archie, stop the gawking!" he tells the slightly younger man and he looks at my father, who now has a very stern look on his face. I know for a fact that my dad is not a pig and he would never treat a woman out of place, even if she is a hostage. He despises it just as much as I do.

"Sorry, boss." Archie replies and sits down in one of the corners of the room, drawing his rifle and holding it in his hands. My father just sighs and reminds him: "If I find ya touching that woman you'll see me mad for once, and you don't want to see me mad!" Archie visibly gets a little smaller and I just smirk. Way to go, daddy! I just hope he actually got the message. Archie never was one to stick to rules or laws.

"Good. I'll go to sleep now. Let's see if the news've spread by tomorrow mornin'." father just says and then he walks out of the room. I just follow him out and say: "Night, dad." before heading into my own room. I only hear him replying: "Night, bud."

I'm tired as well, it was a long day. The sun has set already and it's dark outside. I lay down in my bed, crossing my hands behind my head and breathing in and out deeply. A few of the guys will probably return at night, some tomorrow or even the day after. This tactic has always worked so far. I close my eyes and sleep overcomes me very quickly.

- Lilly

What should I do? Where should I go? What if I scream? Will they kill me if I scream? This Miley girl was so intriguing all the time … I'm really scared of her. But I'm even more scared of that man sitting in the corner of this room. Oh father, please … get me out of here quickly!

How did I even land here? After they pulled that stinky sack over my head everything seemed like a big blur … I only remember being tied onto something soft, which turned out to be a horse … and when they started riding I thought I'd go insane! I was bouncing so hard, my head was constantly banging against the saddle and I thought at a point it would crack! I felt so nauseas …

I was surprised and seriously grateful when that Miley person suggested that I should sit properly on the horse … but the ride wasn't that smooth either … better … but I never rode on a horse before. I kind of always imagined it to be easy … I mean, sitting on an animal should be like sitting in a coach or a car, right? I hope they'll just leave me alone in this room … maybe I can think of an escape plan or something …

I look back at the scary man as he is suddenly moving. It's dark but my eyes already got used to the darkness, so I can see pretty much everything. He is moving towards the door. Is he going outside? But then I watch him locking the door. What is he up to? My heart starts pounding faster. Then suddenly he looks at me with a hungry look. Oh no … no, no, no, no! He won't! Didn't he hear his boss?! He walks over to me slowly, saying in a deep voice: "Can ya imagine how long it's been since I last touched a woman?"

I swallow hard. No, no, he wouldn't! I move back a little but I quickly get to the limits since I'm still tied to my bed. He almost reached the bed, but I say: "Stay away from me!" in quite a loud voice. Maybe I can wake the others up. But will they help me? Do they even care? But their boss said he should stay away. He just sets up a devilish smirk and only replies: "I can't miss a chance like that."

I open my mouth now to scream but he lunges forward and presses his hand hard against my mouth. My scream is muffled and tears now flow out of my eyes … somebody help me! I try to shout but I can't … he's stronger than me …

A/N: Oh, snap, a cliffhanger! Poor Lilly! Stay tuned to find out what will happen to her ;) Oh, and leave your thoughts =)

A little side note, I love horses xD and I know a fair amount about them. I'm not an expert, but I try to make the horses in my story also sound realistic, and not too 'human'. Oh, and yeah, I ride myself ;)