A/N: Oh, wow … it's been a while! I even forgot I let you hang there, guys, I'm really sorry about that! I'm glad, though, that people are still reading this =) I won't keep you from reading, now, enjoy!

Huge shout-outs to my two reviewers: niley4eva2012 and xLix! Thank you for your kind words =)

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Far Away

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

The Plan

I'm woken by weird noises that aren't usually there. It's still dark outside, so I guess morning has yet to come. I open my eyes and look around my room, trying to figure out where these noises are coming from. Clearly not from my room, but the one where we're keeping the hostage. It's voices. Is she trying to escape already? I get up and press my ear against the wall. It's not very thick so I can probably even hear what they're saying.

The noises are loud but they're not talking. What is going on? Archie isn't saying anything. I listen more carefully and now I get it. It's muffled screams! Why should she be screaming? What is going on in there? Was she screaming for help or something and he gagged her? I better take a look …

I take my rifle, just in case and walk to the other room, trying to open it. It's locked! Why is it locked?! He was not supposed to lock the door if not told so! I step back and give the door a strong kick, sending it flying open with a loud crash. As I step inside I see Archie pinning the girl down to the bed, one hand clutched tightly over her mouth and the other one fumbling at his belt. The girl is pressing herself against the wall to get as far away from him as possible. Her face is horrorstricken, completely pale and I can see tears running down her cheeks.

I can feel the blood boiling in my veins and I lunge towards him and hit him hard on his left temple with my rifle, which knocks him back quite a bit. I then aim at his head, standing in between the girl and him and I yell: "Get away from her, asshole, or I'll blow your brain out of your head!"

Again Archie is visibly getting smaller and smaller, fear overcomes him as he sees the rifle pointed towards his head. "Back off, now!" I tell him and he scoots away until he is backed up against the wall.

"What's all the fuss about?" I hear my father's voice now, too. He was obviously woken by the loud noises and now stepped into the room. I keep my aim steady and coldly reply: "Archie tried a funny move on our rich gal." I hate men like him, that's the most disgusting thing in the world! Taking advantage of a woman! No matter if she is kept hostage or not. I hear my father hissing and only see Archie shrinking to the size of an ant while dad builds himself up in front of him.

"I'm so sorry, boss! I couldn't help myself … it's been so long - " but he is interrupted by my father yelling at him: "Shut up! You're a pig!" I continue to keep my aim up until my dad will tell me otherwise. I still feel this tingling in my finger to just pull the trigger. "But boss, I swear … it - " again Archie's pleading is interrupted by my dad: "Save it! This is unforgivable, Archie!"

He kicks him hard in the nuts, with all force and brutality. I can barely contain a grin. Serves him right, this asshole. "You should be glad that Miley doesn't just kill people without my approval! Now get out!" The thin man jumps up and runs out, holding his crotch, but before he disappears father shouts: "And next time Miley has my permission to kill you without hesitatin'!"

He then signals me to lower my weapon and I do so. He waits until we hear the front door closing and then he turns to me, saying: "Can you make her a cup of tea or somethin'? I'll go have a little talk with Archie." I put my rifle into the closest corner and only reply: "Sure, dad."

He nods and then disappears in the dark, closing the door of the room. I look at the girl, she is a little bruised from him touching her so roughly and the tears keep running down her face and she's sobbing, her look is pleading for mercy. I turn away and go downstairs, making her a cup of tea, just like my father had told me to. I come back into the room and place the tea onto the night stand beside her. Her sobs haven't stopped yet but she looks grateful for the drink.

"You wanna drink that?" I ask, her only reply is a nod so I untie her hands. I watch her rubbing them in relief. I take the cup of tea and hand it to her, she's taking it into her hands and stares at it. "It's alright … " I say, in a rather calm manner. I don't have much experience in comforting people, but I guess she needs it. I pat her shoulder lightly and rather awkwardly, which only makes her look up at me a bit confused but somewhat thankful.

Then I walk into the nearest corner, sitting down next to my gun and lean myself against the wall. I look at our hostage again and make out a still very horrified look on her face. I can even see sweat on her forehead under messy, blonde fringes. I decide to say: "I'm sorry about that, Miss Truscott."

She looks at me again with a desperate expression but soon her look changes and she's throwing daggers at me. She has all right to do so, though. We kidnapped her and now I apologize. I continue: "It's nothin' personal, it really is just about the money." I lean my head back against the wall and look outside of the window. It's a very clear night, I can see a lot of stars. I hear the woman taking a sip of the drink

"Then why don't you just take the money and let me go?" she asks me, a little calmer than her look was, but her voice shaky. I look back at her and see that her features have relaxed a bit. I reply, curiously: "Well do ya have the money with ya?"

She seems to think about it and offers: "Well that depends on how much you want?" I grin an evil grin and say: "Well my dad and I were thinkin' about a million dollars. But half'll do as well for the start." Again she's throwing daggers at me and replies: "I don't have that much with me, I'm sorry."

I chime in: "Too bad, missy, then I can't let ya go." the grin still on my face. We'll keep her until we have the sum. This is our big chance for big money!

I can still feel that I'm being glared at for that statement. She then suddenly asks me: "Why is it always about money?" I cross my arms in front of my chest and simply reply: "It's not." and she now has a questioningly look on her face. "Look, this is none of your business, okay?"

She gives me a confused look. "What does this have to do with me?" I sigh, hasn't she Been listening to me? "Nothin' … " She wouldn't understand anyways. She is the complete opposite of us.

Then there's a long silence. I keep my arms crossed and stay leaned against the wall, as I shift a little the floor squeaks. It's made out of old wood. With the money she could get us we could build this place up again, make it to some sort of a rebel town. I smile at the thought of it. It kind of makes me happy.

"Will you kill me?" I hear the woman's voice again. I look at her. What a stupid question! Will we kill her? "Well that depends." I decide to crack a little joke. That never hurt anybody before. She asks: "On what?" And with a mean grin I reply: "On how you behave. Be a good gal and we let you go. But if you get us into trouble … who knows?" I am not the one for killing, actually. I might be an outlaw but that doesn't make me a murderer.

"That's not funny … " she almost pouts but gives me a serious look. How stuck up can you be? But I guess this isn't the funniest situation, huh? I just shrug saying: "Like I care. But a word of advice, loosen up a little bit, city gal. You're only makin' this hard on yourself." I'm sure my dad won't want her killed. Not that easily. We want respect, but not through murder.

She throws back at me annoyed: "How should I relax with a killer sitting right beside me?!" Me? A killer? I laugh at this statement. Aw man, she really thinks I'm a killer? "What makes you think I'm a killer?" I ask her as I calm down again. She frowns and replies: "Mister Brewton said … " - "Mister Brewton? That fat guy?" I cut her off and laugh even more, which only makes her frown more but she also has a confused look on her face.

"Well who knows, I might as well be." I coldly reply, my previous laughter soothing quickly. I won't let her off the hook that easily, she can ponder about that a little, it'll only earn me respect. No, I've never killed another person before. I try to avoid it as much as possible. I wounded people, yes, probably also very severely, but that was to my own safety. Killing is not a solution, it only makes things worse. My dad taught me that, it was also a reason why he got away from Dutch's gang back then. At least that's what he said.

Again there is another long silence. I can hear crickets outside singing, one louder than the other. I wonder … with her kidnapped things will get turbulent. Her father is rich and he can afford soldiers that could track us. But if we manage to get the money it will be awesome. It's not like we never had a hostage before, just not a rich one.

"Hey, uhm … " her voice gets me out of my thoughts and I look at her with raised eyebrows, she continues with a small and quiet voice: "Thank you for … 'saving' me from that … Archie person." as if it was hard for her to admit. I simply reply: "Don't get too fond of me as a savior, blondie. But concerning Archie's stupid actions … I am a woman myself, y'know … " I feel the anger crawling up in me again as I think about what he wanted to do.

I suddenly hear sobs coming from her direction. I roll my eyes. I wondered when she would start again. I don't know, I hate cry-babies. I hardly ever cry. I once did when my dog died, but I think that was it. I don't cry when I hurt myself, I didn't even cry when I was shot once or when I was kidnapped myself. Yep, been there. I was only twelve back then. There's no use in losing your nerves, especially in situations like this.

As her sobs get louder and more frequent I ask, a little annoyed: "What?" which only gets me a look that probably could've killed me if that were possible. She throws back: "Well I'm sorry I'm a little frustrated after everything that happened to me today!" her angry voice almost makes me jump, she's really mad. And she better stop talking to me like this. She adds: "You're a cold-hearted … bitch!"

I hate being called that name, but the way she said it makes me smirk. As if it were so hard for her to even think about a cursing word. She's such a goodie-goodie. But it still made me angry enough. I jump up, practically lunge forward toward the bed, grab her by the collar and raise my hand to slap her across the face … I halt shortly. Her look is shocked and horrified enough and she shuts her eyes tightly, preparing for the impact with my hand. I let my hand sink again and only reply coldly: "Don't ever call me that again, ya hear? And now ya better just suck it up. Cryin' won't get ya anywhere."

I completely sit back down waiting until she stops crying. If it really makes her feel that much better I let her. But it sounds like this could take a while, so I cross my arms behind my head and look back outside. The moon is now shining through the window and there's a completely different light inside now. I look back at our hostage, who is still crying bitterly. I do feel a little bit sorry for her. But she has to understand that she is not in the place to talk back! I want my respect and I will get it! And as soon as we get enough money she can go back. And until then … well, maybe she'll come around a little. Whatever …

After what seemed like hours her sobs finally stopped completely. I wait for another minute or so until I ask: "Don't ya need your beauty sleep, princess?" but again she snaps back: "Haven't you picked on me enough?!"

Now it's me throwing daggers at her, sending her a warning. Her look turns frightened and apologetic and I reply, this time not taking action: "I just meant that ya should go to sleep. You'll need the energy." I'm not up for stupid arguments or a fight right now. She then says, a little quieter now: "Well … I can't … " I raise an eyebrow at her. "I won't kill ya, gal, stop worrying already." She ducks her head and I swear she's blushing a little. I tilt my head. What is going on? She then finally admits: "I have to use the bathroom … "

I sigh but get up anyways. If you have to go you have to go. I'm not a monster letting her suffer. I motion for her to get up as well and say: "Follow me … " With a stern gaze. I show her to the toilet and warn: "If you try anything stupid like escaping in there I will know. And I will come in if I must, no matter if you like it or not. So you better behave."

She looks at me with a frown, but also a little frightened, then opens the door carefully and peeks her head inside, then turning back to me and asking: "Is this clean?" I snort. Seriously? Dad, what the heck have we caught there … "Yes, just go, before I change my mind." I shove her into the bathroom, she then disappears in there and closes the door. I listen carefully for any abnormal sounds but she actually does behave. Looks like she finally understands that I'm stronger than she is.

She comes back out very quickly and I guide her back to the room. I take the rope and tie her to the bed again, adding: "Since this is your first night … " and then I sit back down on the same spot as before. This time she actually closes her eyes, making herself as comfortable as possible. I just hope her father is communicative, then this will be easy … and we will get rid of her soon …

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The next day came by very quickly, even though I didn't sleep. I'm sitting on our big table, it seems like all of the guys came back during the night. We are all gathered in the house for a meeting of what will happen next. Amos is standing in the kitchen, cooking up a small breakfast from the rest of the deer that I shot yesterday. I feel quite tired from staying up all night … I'll go to sleep after this meeting …

On the table there's wild chatting going on but as Amos comes with the food it soothes a little. I dig in eagerly, my stomach has been growling ever since dawn and it's almost noon now … so this is actually lunch, not breakfast … oh, whatever! After the stomachs are all filled everybody seems satisfied. My dad stands up and yells over the loud talking: "Gentlemen," he turns to face me: "Miley … " I snort, he always does that. At least that way I don't feel left out. And it means I have special place in this posse. "… I need your attention!"

After a very short while the guys get quiet and look up at my dad. He then continues: "I would just like to inform y'all about my plan on what to do with Lillian Truscott, our hostage." I look around the table, the guys now giving him their full attention. My father's voice fills the room again: "Buck, Archie, Dewey, Ralph and Rufus will go to the lands around here … Buck in Rio Bravo, Ralph in Cholla Springs, Rufus in Hennigan's Stead, Archie in Tall Trees, Dewey in the Great Plains and Miley will be runnin' around Gaptooth Ridge. I already talked to named gentlemen about it. They'll be there, listenin' around for rumors about Lillian Truscott's kidnappin'. As soon as they hear somethin' - and I mean anythin' concerning the kidnappin' - they'll come back immediately and tell me about it. Before that, of course, y'all should get more information, talk to people and such." My father eyes them suspiciously and each of them nods.

"When the word spreads I will meet up hopefully with Mister Truscott in person and blackmail him to release his daughter in return of him givin' us big money!" he tells the last part of his plan with a sly smirk on his lips and the guys all start chuckling. I also have a dirty grin spread across my lips. My father makes a movement with his hands to silence them again because he's not finished with his speech yet. "The rest of y'all will stay here. We must be prepared to be overrun by lawmen now more than ever. Try to make Tumbleweed look as abandoned as possible!"

The guys start mumbling after he finished but my dad raises his voice again so all of them hear him: "Understood?!" And we all say in unison: "Yes, boss!" A satisfied look spreads on his face and he finally says: "Good, then off y'all go!"

A/N: Okay, that's chapter four. A little bit of interaction between Miley and Lilly, was quite a fun chapter to write. Oh, it doesn't matter if you remember all of the places I wrote in the end of this chapter, it's not that important xD but if you have questions, just ask. Oh, and leave your thoughts, guys, please. I never wrote a story like this before, so I appreciate every input! Thanks =)