Rdr2 Horseshoe Overlook

All characters engaging in sexual activities are 18 years of age or older.

Any grammar or spelling mistakes are of my own doing.

STORY BEGINS HERE.

“I broke the god damn wheel.” Arthur said to Javier.

Hosea and Charles lifted the back of the wagon, while Arthur lifted the heavy wheel, sat it back on the rod, and slammed his body into it a few times. Once it was back on properly, he tightened the metal hub. Bill and Javier had continued on, while the three of them fixed the problem.

After putting a few things that had fallen off the wagon, back on, Hosea noticed three Indians on horseback looking down on them, from a ridge on the other side of the river that they had just crossed.

“What you think? Arthur asked out loud.

“If they wanted trouble, we wouldn’t have seen them.” Charles replied.

Hosea waved, and Charles just looked at him.

“Poor bastards. We really screwed them over down here.” Hosea said.

Both parties just looked at each other for a brief period of time.

“Come on. Let’s not push our luck.” Hosea said.

The three of them finished putting the stuff that had fallen out, back into the wagon and continued on their way. Hosea told Arthur and Charles about how the government had stolen every blade of grass. A large number of them were killed in battles, and the rest were herded onto reservations to live. That led into conversations about how the gang isn’t any different, no matter what Dutch says.

Charles talked about his mother and father. He talked about his life and backstory. Hosea vented about how they were moving east instead of west. He talked to Arthur and Charles about the area they were going to camp in. He told them about the local town called Valentine.

“Cowboys, outlaws, working girls. Our kind of place.” Hosea said.

As Arthur drove the wagon, he watched Hosea make a health potion. He ended up giving him his kit, as well as some yarrow and ginseng. As they started to pull into Horseshoe Overlook, Arthur stopped and picked up Javier, who was just outside guarding the camp. By the time that Arthur had pulled his wagon into camp, it was almost completely set up. Miss Grimshaw, the girls, and the rest of the gang had done a great job.

Arthur followed Dutch and Hosea around, as they argued about what had happened it Blackwater. Why they were moving the opposite direction, than what they want and had planned. Herr Strauss decided to go into town and try to “strike up a little business”, as he put it. Dutch called everyone around by the back of his tent. Told everyone that it was “time to get to work”. He told Uncle and Reverend Swanson “no more passengers”.

As the meeting broke up, Miss Grimshaw came up to Arthur.

“Now the girls have your tent ready Mr. Morgan, come with me.”

“I’m sure everything will be fine Miss Grimshaw.”

“It should be, most of your stuff from Blackwater got saved.”

“Everything apart from my money.” Arthur replied.

“Oh, don’t remind me.” she replied curtly.

“Well, we can always make more money.” he replied lightly.

“We’re gonna have to.” Miss Grimshaw replied, walking away from him while yelling at Tilly.

Arthur sat down and put a cigarette in his mouth. He used the heel of his boot, to strike a match aflame, and took a long drag. Breathing out the smoke, he felt his shoulders relax. He felt a lot calmer than he had been the last month or so. Feeling all that stress leave his body, Arthur’s shoulders and back released, causing his elbows to fall to his knees.

Arthur spent the next two weeks hunting. He purposely used the bow and arrows that Charles had given him.

The first time that Arthur got a buck, Pearson took the antlers and hung them up in a tree as windchimes. He’d also killed a wolf that had crossed the Dakota River, and come too close to camp. Arthur had also been gathering different kinds of feathers. He’d killed some turkey’s while hunting as well. Most of the feathers, he had found while hunting or simply walking around the camp and surrounding area.

Most everyone was sitting or standing around the main campfire, when Arthur announced that he was done hunting. He was going to get back out there and find some work. Pearson thanked him for getting their supply back up to a surplus.

“We have enough brined and salted meat to last for two weeks. Someone still needs to go out and get meat everyday though.” he said aloud so that everyone heard him.

“Once again, Mr. Morgan has been doing all the heavy lifting. Besides doing all the hunting, he’s also been the most helpful around camp. We’d all be dead if it wasn’t for Arthur.” Miss Grimshaw spoke loudly.

“My hand is healed enough to pull a bow now. I’ll start going out again.” Charles said to her and Pearson.

Arthur clasped Charles on the shoulder and nodded, then he left the campfire and started walking over to check on the scout fire and make sure that it was good for the night. As he got closer to the fire, it was obvious that nobody had paid much attention to it. It was barely glowing and had no real flame at all, just coals. With a frustrating sigh, Arthur used the fire stick to push the coal in the middle, and make a teepee fire with six, quarter logs.

Arthur left the camp around mid-morning. He joined the others out and around looking for a score. It was a clear and sunny day. Not a cloud in sight. The women had been busy with the morning chores, before finally settling down in the afternoon. Karen, Mary Beth and Tilly were sitting by underneath the shade of their sleeping area. They were each sewing an item for someone in camp.

Karen looked up and saw Arthur walking into camp with Reverand Swanson. She pointed it out to the other girls. The three of them quickly got up and followed him. They watched has he took Swanson over to his tent and dumped him on the ground. He was having words with Miss. Grimshaw, that they couldn’t make out. They did see and hear one line from Arthur.

“He was lucky this time. Real lucky.”

Arthur walked over to his bed and sat down. It was a cot, but he had a few animal hides on it, so it had some softness. The three women walked over and started talking to him. They all had a good laugh, when he told the girls that he had cleaned the fools out, and beat them at their own game. It was only six dollars, but it was money in his pocket, and at this point, any money was better than no money.

The following day, Arthur drove Mary-Beth, Uncle, Karen and Tilly to the town of Valentine. He got some coffee while Uncle got some more whiskey, of course. Mary-Beth found a nice lead on a potential train robbery. He saved Tilly from a guy who was trying to kidnap her. Arthur had to knockout another guy, who had hit Karen in the face.

As they were trying to leave, a man recognized him and took off on his horse. Arthur borrowed a horse and chased after the man. The man ended up hanging off a cliff, and begging Arthur to not let him fall and to save him. Eventually, he did. The man’s name was Jimmy Brooks, and he gave him a steel pen. He accepted it and confessed to Jimmy that he was in Blackwater. Letting the man go after convincing him to keep his mouth shut, Arthur returned the horse back to its owner.

Arthur got back to camp, and immediately laid down on his cot to get some sleep. He had decided to take Karen’s place as watch, and let her get some rest. It took a bit for him to fall asleep with all the people walking and talking in camp. Hosea came and woke him up. He walked over and grabbed a repeater from the wagon and walked to a spot just off the beaten path of a small trail that led into camp.

From this spot, he could see the railroad tracks, and anyone attempting to come into the area. It was a nice spot. He’d been there a little while, when he heard someone walking up from behind. Quickly turning around, he saw drunk Reverend Swanson again.

“You think you’re God Mr. Morgan. Going around saving people all the time. You’re not God Arthur.”

“Go to bed Reverend.”

“Walking around like you ain’t got no problems. You are a false prophet Mr. Morgan.”

“I’m not in the mood for your mouth Swanson, now turn around and go to bed.”

“You’re always in a mood. It’s always something with you, always…..”

Arthur had heard enough. He took a step forward and slapped him. Reverend Swanson hit the ground and didn’t get up. Hearing more footsteps coming his direction, he just waited, ready for action. Coming towards him in a hurry was Miss Grimshaw and Charles. Both of them in their long underwear.

“Looks like we got here too late. I’m so sorry Arthur, by the time I got to Charles, he’d already left camp.” Grimshaw said exasperated.

Charles knelt down beside Swanson.

“It’s a good thing you only slapped him, or he’d probably be dead. He’ll have a nice bruise of your hand on his face, but he’ll be fine.” he said as he picked him up and threw him over his shoulder.

“I’ll get him to his tent. You’re a lot more patient than me Arthur.” Charles said before walking off with Swanson.

“Why are you here and not Ms. Jones, Arthur?” Miss Grimshaw asked, with her hands on her hips.

“Karen got beat up a bit when in town. So, I figured I’d let her rest up a bit.”

“I saw her Mr. Morgan. It wasn’t that bad. Certainly not enough to warrant skipping out on watch duty.”

“It’s fine Miss Grimshaw. Besides, Javier will be here a few hours before sunrise, so I can get a few hours of sleep.” Arthur said as he leaned against the big boulder that marked the boundary of the camp.

Miss Grimshaw looked at Arthur and thanked him. As he started to say you’re welcome, she walked over to him, dropped down to her knees and started to take his cock out.

“This again.” Arthur said smiling.

It didn’t take long for Arthur to be completely hard, and in heaven again. Before long, she was giving him a slobbery blowjob. Twisting one hand, while caressing his balls with the other. Grimshaw did this for a while, never coming up for air. Breathing through her nose, and deep throating Arthur every tenth stroke.

“You have the best dick here, and I can’t wait to steal you away for a time, and give my field the plowing it needs. Now fuck my face and fill my belly with cum.” she said, while jacking his cock as fast as she could.

Arthur did what she asked. He grabbed her by hair and laid into her. She was moaning and gagging. He looked down and saw Grimshaw rubbing her pussy over her night clothes. A minute later, she moaned and started shaking. That pushed Arther over the edge. He felt his cock swell up and his balls draw up.

“Here it comes Susan, take it all.”

Arthur pushed himself as far as he could go, and shot five hard spurts straight down her throat. He let go of her hair and fell back into the boulder. Grimshaw leaned forward and took him back in her mouth, cleaning him up. She kissed the head of his shrinking cock, stood up and smiled.

“Keep up the good work Arthur. I’ll make sure Ms. Jackson thanks you properly next time.” she said and walked away.