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OK, this is my first attempt to write a fanfiction story of red dead redemption two so bear with me I may have come across a time or two or I need to rewrite it and you might have seen a post with this in a picture form and I finally figured out how to copy and paste my works on here.

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I am using a similar theme from a TV show on Hallmark Channel called The Way Home, but sad thing is it has recently been canceled so if this storyline seems familiar, I give all credit to the producer writer of that show when it comes to a small part of my story.

ARTHUR MORGAN/ OC MISSY DAVIS A TIME TRAVEL STORY. FROM 1999 TO 1899.

PART ONE

Missy Davis, a curious young woman in her early twenties, 22 that is. Found herself wandering around a small pond named Moonstone Pond. Little did she know, this pond held a magical secret—it had the power to transport people back in time or even forward. In the year 1999, Missy was filled with apprehension about the new century that was about to begin. Despite knowing it was only January, she couldn’t shake the feeling that time was passing by too quickly with each passing year. A vision of the future had once crossed her mind, and she wished she hadn’t seen it—a vision filled with grief, evil, and despair. Sitting by the pond, Missy watched the sunlight dance on the water’s surface, lost in her own thoughts. She couldn’t help but wonder what life had been like here, many years ago. But the mystery of the pond remained unsolved; all she could see were fish, many of them. It was a pleasant day, not cold or snowy. Driven by curiosity, Missy decided to take a swim in the pond. As she jumped in, her tank top and shorts flapping in the water, she felt a sudden tug on her legs. Before she could react, she was pulled underwater, struggling to return to the surface. In mere minutes, she had been transported to a different time. When she finally broke the surface, Missy found herself in an unfamiliar surroundings. The pond was the same, but something was different. A broken old cabin stood in the distance, its roof caved in, and a fallen tree destroyed the roof. A sense of unease washed over her, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had been taken away from her own time for a reason. Missy had always been fascinated by stories of time travel, and her favorite movie was Back to the Future. But she had never imagined that she would actually experience it. Instead of a DeLorean Time Machine, she had been transported in this secluded pond, out in the middle of nowhere with the ponds help. As she stood there, unsure of what to do, Missy couldn’t help but wonder if she should try to return to her own time or if the pond would take her back. But deep down, she knew that she had been chosen for a reason. And as she gazed at the mysterious pond, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for the adventures that awaited her. She was curious about the year or even the century she was in. Curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to walk up to the abandoned cabin. It seemed as if the door was somehow blocked, possibly due to the damage caused by the tree. Gathering her courage, Missy climbed the tree and made her way inside, using the roof as a makeshift ladder since the tree had created a significant hole in it. Standing in what was left of the old cabin, she was struck by pure curiosity and luck when she found women’s clothing. She decided to change into the dress she found, leaving her wet tank top and shorts in the broken-down cabin. The only thing she was missing was shoes or boots. As she examined the dress, she couldn’t help but feel like she might have been transported to the 19th century. The dress looked and fit her perfectly. She sighed, thinking to herself how fortunate she was to find this dress, which was her size. It was as if someone had left it there for her to discover, or perhaps it was just sheer luck. Inside the cabin, she noticed a ladder, which she assumed was there for the loft that the cabin once had. Climbing to the top, she tried her best to make her way back towards the fallen tree and climb down. However, she was not happy about being barefoot and getting cold. In her state of disorientation, Missy was not thinking clearly. All she cared about was finding out what year it was and figuring out how she would get back to her own time.

As she got down somewhat safely from the old broken down cabin, she decided to start walking she kinda remembered the path she took to get to this pond back in her time. She noticed the day was getting late, and had no watch or a cellphone with her that was left back with her other clothes in 1999. She kept walking wondering if she would run into someone or something. It was starting to look familiar her surroundings but nothing but dirt roads and complete silence just birds and animals doing their thing. She eventually stumbled upon a man riding his horse, but he didn’t seem interested in helping her he looked unsure of her and how she looked and kept riding forward past her. She remembered a town not too far away named Valentine and old western town and crazy thing is in her time it was a historical place for her century to visit because it was one of the few towns left in its condition back in her time at least. But if her feelings are correct and she is in the past, then she should recognize Valentine and may find help or old newspaper to help her understand what time she was in.

As she kept walking another man older looking, riding a beautiful dark gray horse rode upon her. But this man, he stopped and looked at her with a peculiar expression. Miss, are you lost? Missy looks at him not quite sure how to approach the situation she was in or answer his question. But her honest answer was yes. I’m not from around here and you can say I’m technically lost. She was trying to hold back her tears and feelings of uncertainty and anxiety of not being able to know the time or year, or heck just scared of what was happening and what was next for her. Well, I’m Hosea Matthew’s, and you have a name Miss? She was not sure if she should say or trust him. But she was also not sure she had any choice but to try and make the best decision to trust him. If he wanted to hurt her, he would have done so by now. I’m, Missy Davis and I am from Denver Colorado. Well, Miss Davis you’re a long ways from Colorado and I don’t think you will make it back home by walking. If you don’t mind me asking Miss Davis how did you get out here anyways? Missy, wasn’t sure how to answer she wasn’t one to lie but also didn’t think he would believe her if she told him the truth either. Missy was left with no choice but tell him a white lie. I was with my, my family up near Annesburgs, but I got separated from them because of those Murfree Brood Gang ambushing our stagecoach , she sighs wondering how she remembered the stories of that gang, thinking it’s possible my folks are dead. I feel it deep she said in my soul. Missy wasn’t to sad because her mother and father weren’t the nicest people. She almost felt like her story was true. Because back where and when she was from that story was true. She quietly thought this to herself. Well, I guess if you can trust me I will take you along with me Miss Davis. I ain’t but and old con man that hasn’t ever harmed a woman ever, so hopefully you can trust me when I say I mean no harm and I would like to help you. But I warn you Miss, I am a wanted outlaw and I just thought you should know that. “My gang’s leader is a somewhat good man “Dutch Van’der Linde” of the Van’der Linde Gang. You may have heard of us or not. Missy is a bit stunned with the information Mr. Matthew’s has given her but she decides to take him at his word, and take him up on his offer of help. As they rode back to his gang, Missy was very uncertain if she should ask the one question that has been on her mind since she got to this place. It was starting to look familiar, and she noticed the town that she remembered in the distance there it was the town of Valentine. It looked different in this time. She knew deep down, she was definitely in the 19th century she finally got up the courage to ask that one question stuck in her mind . Look Mr. Matthews, this is gonna sound crazy and you’re probably wondering why I’m asking such a strange question but, what year is it? I think I may have gotten a little bit of memory loss from the attack earlier today. Missy was still trying to keep a good story going as she couldn’t actually tell him where she was really from as again it would have been a very hard to believe story. Hosea thinks to himself before answering, he was curious why she asked this question but then he figured well maybe she was right maybe she was a bit distraught from her previous engagement with that nasty gang. Hosea finally spoke up, it’s January 30th 1899 Miss. Ok, sorry for asking my mind is a bit hazy and I’m just not with it right now I guess. That was technically the truth, and she kept to it.

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PART EIGHT TIME TRAVEL

ARTHUR MORGAN/OC MISSY DAVIS.

(“Chapter title. Time Marches On.”)

It’s been a while since January when Missy got lost in another century. She managed to stop sleepwalking and came to the conclusion that it was something in Mr. Pearson’s stew. At the scouting “camp fire”, Missy learned to make her own food. She also caught a lot of fish since she knew how to fish well. Occasionally, she would get chicken eggs to make herself something special. And now, it was the middle of February.

Missy hadn’t seen much of Arthur in the past few weeks. It seemed as if he might be avoiding her or maybe not. When she saw Mac he became her friend, he was always overly friendly but in a boy likes girl kinda fashion. She once had to tell him she was flattered by his intentions, but nothing could happen between them. Mac, tired to play it off as he wasn’t hurt by that. But he would never admit that he was secretly hurt by her not having or feeling the same way as he. He decided to continue being the caring friend she needed. Missy continued to be a valuable helper to Dutch’s gang. She never demanded much, and she was always allowed to fish for her food. She also always shared whatever she brought back to camp. Life seemed to pass differently here. She was still a bit confused about why she was in this situation. She missed 1999 a little, but she discovered that she preferred the tranquility of this place and time.

It was now February 28th, 1899, and Missy had grown very close to Mac Callander. Despite her attempts to remain aloof and avoid romantic involvement with the gang members, she couldn’t help but feel drawn to Mac and she had told herself time and time again no she couldn’t get involved romantically. Over time, he became her closest friend, and she found herself spending a lot of time with him and his brother Davey. Both brothers were very protective of Missy, and one time, Tilly asked if she was interested in one of them. Missy chuckled at the question, looked at Mac, and then in the direction of Arthur, who was talking with Hosea at the domino’s table. She spoke up to answer Tilly’s question, not realizing that Tilly had noticed her gaze.

I don’t think I can. It isn’t such a good idea to get involved with any of the men in this gang. I eventually have to find my place in this world alone, with no family anymore. I am grateful for Dutch’s help really I am, and his support. But I don’t think I could give any man here the wrong intentions, I mean truthfully I find myself attacked to two individual men. But with one, he is too closed off when it comes to relationships or romantic feelings. And the other, well he kinda became to close in a best friend relationship type of situation, and he is also to much of a woman’s man. What I mean is Mac, isn’t relationship material he seems to be happy with having more than one woman to himself as Davey puts it.

Tilly sits there for quite some time before finally speaking up. The question then arises: Missy, is the other man Arthur Morgan? Missy gazes at Tilly, sighing and pondering whether she has an answer to that question. Yes, but he’s very closed-minded Tilly. Abigail once told me a month or so ago that I shouldn’t waste my heart or time on Arthur because he was heartbroken over a past relationship with a woman named Mary Gillis, who is now Mrs. Linton.

Tilly nods in understanding, but she wasn’t convinced that Missy was aware of the deep emotions both men were harboring for her. However, Missy, you must be aware that both Arthur and Mac have strong feelings for you, don’t you? Missy gazes at Tilly, unsure of how to handle this unexpected revelation. I had a hunch that Mac harbored such feelings, but not Arthur.

Tilly looked at Missy with a bit of surprise, well that’s strange. Arthur isn’t very good with expressing such feelings, but in his own weird way he has been showing his true intentions but not doing so well. Tilly continues explaining that Arthur is definitely a closed-minded fool. He has been gone for a long time with business and stuff, and it might explain why you can’t see or even believe that he likes you, let alone his intentions.

Look Tilly, I ain’t even sure how long I am staying with you all. Hosea did say that I was free to go someday if I had money or a way to make it back to Denver Colorado. Tilly gazes at Missy and lets out a sigh. Are you certain you want to return to Denver, where there’s nothing but emptiness? This gang, we may not be perfect, but we strive to survive in the best way we can.

Missy, looking down at her hands, says to Tilly, “Look, I really like all of you, well, maybe not everyone. Honestly, I can’t stand Micah Bell! He doesn’t deserve that name. The Micah in the Bible was more relevant and respected than this ridiculous man, Mr. Bell.”

Eventually, I aspire to have a family and fall in love someday. However, it doesn’t seem improbable or even normal for gang members who are likely constantly on the run to be romantically involved with anyone. I don’t feel like I belong here either. I am as innocent as a deer, one would wonder how I ended up with you all. It’s not saying I don’t care about you all, it’s just that I don’t feel like I fit in.

Well, I suppose you could say that you’re not the only innocent woman in this gang. Molly O’Shea is merely Dutch’s girlfriend or whatever her relationship with him is. You two are essentially the high society ladies. Tilly expressed her concern that her words might have crossed a boundary.

Missy, I understand that we share that similarity. However, I don’t have any money or wealth, so it’s more accurate to describe me as poor and homeless. I suspect Molly still has family members back in Ireland.

Missy and Tilly continued their conversation throughout the day. When dinner or stew was served, Missy followed Tilly over to the food, but she remembered she shouldn’t be eating Mr. Pearson’s stew. Tilly gave Missy a strange look and asked, “What’s wrong?” Missy replied, “I shouldn’t be eating Mr. Pearson’s stew. There’s something in it that causes me to sleepwalk.” Tilly then realized, “Oh, that’s right.” Tilly frowned and asked, “So, what are you going to eat?” Missy thought for a moment and decided to ask Mac or Charles to accompany her to the Upper Montana river for fishing. But before she could walk away to find either of them, Tilly interrupted her. What about Arthur? Missy looks at Tilly, questioning her. What about Arthur? Tilly speaks up again. Well, you seem to be avoiding him too. Why not ask him to escort you?

I suppose so, but where is Arthur? Tilly searches for him. She points her finger in the direction where Hosea was sitting. There, Arthur is sitting with Hosea. Suddenly, Missy looks in the direction of Hosea and Arthur. They weren’t eating; it seemed like they were discussing their work or jobs.

Missy sighs. I suppose, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to bother them or Arthur, period. Tilly smirks at Miss Davis, saying, “Look, you should stop lying to yourself, Missy. The way you act or behave around Arthur Morgan is a clear sign that you’re likely in love.” Oh please no Tilly… Missy blushes but responds defensively, “No!” No way he is to caught up with his outlaw life, and you know darn well he’ll just respond the same old thing that he isn’t a good man.

Tilly inquires about Missy Davis’s feelings, expressing her confusion and disbelief at Missy’s reaction. Missy Davis appears embarrassed and frightened, as she is attracted to a man who is indifferent and fails to reciprocate her feelings.

Tilly! I just don’t believe I’m interesting enough for him. He’s also quite difficult to read most of the time. The last time I was so close to him, he and I were riding his beloved horse, and I felt this strange connection between us.

I simply don’t want to pressure a man who isn’t interested. Even if there is a possibility he has feelings for me. Tilly interjects, “Oh my goodness, Miss Davis! You’re just asking him to take you fishing at the Upper Montana River so you can catch some fish. Why are you making it seem like a problem or a big deal?” Because it isn’t or do you think it is? Missy sighs, I feel like I always blush around Arthur Morgan! I don’t honestly do that with Mac Callander; he’s become more of my best friend than a romantic type relationship for me.

Tilly shakes her head, fine do what you want Missy. But you can’t hide from your feelings towards Arthur forever!

Missy, determined to walk over to Mac and request his escort to the Upper Montana River, she is abruptly stopped by Arthur. His enigmatic gaze leaves her bewildered. Arthur Morgan, a man of few words, presents a challenge to Missy’s understanding. She looks up at him, her curiosity piqued. “Do you need something, Mr. Morgan?” she asks, her tone laced with a hint of defensiveness. This is her way of expressing her feelings towards him, a reflection of her own tendency to build walls around her emotions. We all know that Mr. Arthur Morgan is guarded, and she’s known to be equally adept at doing the same with her own feelings. Consequently, she often appears snooty or snappy in her interactions, particularly with her emotions towards men like Arthur.

Arthur is taken aback by her attitude. He simply stares at her, trying to comprehend the reason behind her behavior. Missy looks back at Arthur, feeling a pang of embarrassment for her behavior. She’s embarrassed by her behavior, tries to walk away from Arthur. However, his stubbornness prevents her from escaping. Despite her attempts to pull away, she finds herself unable to break free from his grasp; he is stronger than she anticipated. “Let Go Arthur!” What do you want me for?

Arthur is determined to comprehend her peculiar behavior. He loosens his hold and pleads with her through his intense gaze, attempting to prevent her from fleeing and to engage in conversation with him. Please release me, she demands.

Arthur finally, let’s go, but he stands there with his arms crossed, waiting for her to speak. She looks at him. What do you want? I was on my way over to Mac. I was going to ask him to escort me over to the Upper Montana River so I can fish for dinner tonight. You know I only eat fish and eggs. I don’t eat Mr. Pearson’s stew.

Arthur forgot why she stopped eating the stew in the camp, so he had a funny looking stare on his face about why she doesn’t eat like everyone else. Missy, looks at him. Did you forget that I sleepwalk? There’s something in his stew that might be causing it. It always happens after I’ve eaten his food—maybe the meat he uses or the vegetables I don’t know.

Arthur finally speaks up after staring at her with a peculiar expression of concern and bewilderment.

Look, Arthur! I was on my way over to Mac to ask him to accompany me to go fishing at the Upper Montana River. Before you ask, I’ll explain why I didn’t ask you. I don’t see how that’s possible with you always preoccupied with your business with Hosea. Arthur was taken aback by her honesty and the fact that she was right. So please just let me go, I am sorry for being so rude or mean sounding.

Missy, walks away from Arthur, towards Mac and Davey.

Arthur was left stunned as she walked away.

PERSONAL NOTES

I AM STILL TRYING TO WRITE THIS STORY, BUT IT HAS BEEN A LITTLE BIT OVERWHELMING TO CONTINUE WITH GETTING INSPIRATION.

THIS PARTICULAR STORY WILL BE. (“TO BE CONTINUED”)FOR NOW UNTIL I CAN GET MORE INSPIRATION WHO KNEW PUTTING TIME TRAVEL WITH RED DEAD STORY WOULD BE A BIT OF A STRUGGLE FOR ONE LIKE ME. I HAVE OTHER STORIES IN MY BRAIN. I’LL PROBABLY COME BACK TO THIS ONE AT A LATER TIME.

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I was just stumbling upon YouTube when I came across a video that was talking about scenes and why they chose what they did in this John Hughes film, 16 Candles with Molly Ringwald. And then I noticed something that my 19-year-old daughter pointed out to me in another movie, called the Kissing Booth on Netflix. I am really dumb or something. Typical Gen X born in 1977 me. Didn’t realize that the lower lip biting thing that guys do in movies was a sign that they liked the girl a lot, and the second time I’ve seen this already was in the movie 16 Candles with Jake Ryan. And the only other time, which was pointed out to me by my 19-year-old daughter, was in the Kissing Booth with the actor in that movie who is a Noah Flynncutie.

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IS IT ME OR DOES THIS ACTRESS LOOK A LOT LIKE

(“Mirabel Madrigal”)

“Belissa Escobedo American actress”

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SEAN MACGUIRE X "SHERRY" MARIANA BANDA (RDR2 INSERT)

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melissawwjd1977

Sean is one of the many male gang members that I like a lot. It was brutal the way he was taken out.

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Do you think Walter Longmire looks similar to Arthur Morgan? Maybe an older version of Arthur Morgan.

Yes

Maybe

Voting ended onJul 21

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Tune in this coming Saturday, on Rob's YouTube channel, for his very first playthrough of Red Dead Redemption 2!

And if you're feeling generous, you can also pitch in a few bucks for charity, every month Rob donates a portion of the proceeds to No Kid Hungry, so not only will you be entertained but also cooperating for a good cause 🙌

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ghoulmoths

the girl who started with nothing and ended up with everything and the girl who had everything and ended up with nothing…….,,,

who up mourning their friendship </3

melissawwjd1977

(“Very nice work.”) I like Molly; she is just okay with me. I don’t hate her, but I don’t love her. If I chose a favorite female gang member, it would be Mary-Beth. I do say when it comes to the other female gang members, the only others that I’m OK with and have no problem with and actually like a lot are Tilly and Sadie Adler. Karen is okay, but she gets on my nerves with her drunkenness. Plus, when you go to help her in the hotel in Valentine, she wants Arthur to go first, and Arthur should try to be a gentleman and let her go first. That kind of thing, just tiny little things like that, bother me about Karen. And she can’t even choose Sean. She has to dance around the idea that she’s in love with him, that annoys me about her. And don’t get me started with Abigail Roberts. She is not a good fit for John Marston. I would have preferred him with Bonnie McFarlane or some other female. Abigail rubs me the wrong way. She’s very pushy, very judgmental, and will nag him to death. You can’t change a person; they have to want to change on their own, especially when it comes to John Marston! I can delve deeper into my perspective on how John Marston was treated, and many people will either agree or disagree with me.

Susan Grimshaw, let’s just say she’s a force to be reckoned with. Either you love her or you hate her. Honestly, she’s kind of like Molly O’Shea in my opinion. I like her, but she can get really unbearable when you’re around her and you see her nagging the girls about not working hard enough. I understand. She was the mother hen of the gang, but oh my goodness, she’s a handful. And she was really beautiful in her earlier days. I wonder why or how time has ravaged her, the way Micah would always pick on her about her looks. Hell she’s better to look at than Micah Bell. You would get my idea of what I’m saying here with the whole Mr. Bell thing. He was caught in camp in their third camp near the lake, asking Susan what happened to her and how time ravish her. I think what I’m trying to get at is what happened to Susan Grimshaw to make her looks change over time? If you looked at a picture of her in camp, you would understand why I’m asking this.

PART SEVEN TIME TRAVEL

ARTHUR MORGAN/OC MISSY DAVIS.

MISSY POV:

As the morning sun rises, Missy wakes up, unsure why she’s sharing a room with Arthur Morgan. He was asleep on the floor, and she tried not to disturb him. He looked too peaceful, she made the bed and decided to go downstairs to get coffee and wait for Arthur and Hosea to wake. She approached the bartender and inquired about the availability of coffee. He nodded and handed her a cup. As she settled at a window overlooking the street where the paperboy was, she found herself lost in a daydream about her so-called future in a time that wasn’t hers. She told herself, “You can’t fall in love with anyone, Missy. That doesn’t make sense. You’re not from this century.” She sat there, sighing, quietly wondered why she had been brought back to a time and place that technically didn’t belong to her. She was startled when Hosea joined her. “Oh, hey Hosea,” she said. Hosea gave her a concerned look, “What’s wrong, Missy?” She glanced at Mr. Matthew’s and approached her own situation with caution. Well, I don’t understand something that’s happened. Why is Arthur sleeping in my room? Why didn’t he sleep in yours, Hosea?

Hosea contemplates responding. He was concerned about you and mentioned your sleep issues to me. I hope you don’t mind me knowing about your sleepwalking. Hosea, was genuine about keeping this secret about her sleepwalking.

Missy sighs, well great now three men in this gang know my issue with sleepwalking. Please Hosea, I don’t want the whole gang to know. However, it seems like some will eventually find out if I don’t discover the reason behind it. Look, I don’t want Micah Bell to know, or I’ll be upset because he seems like a man who would take advantage of me while I’m not coherent.

Hosea agrees and understands her concerns about Mr. Bell.

Hosea: I was wondering, “Missy,” who’s the third person who knows your secret about sleepwalking?

Missy, it’s John Marston. He was the first person to discover me sleepwalking. He kindly followed me around to prevent me from getting into trouble or causing any kind of mess. That night, Arthur noticed me sleepwalking and intervened, telling John to go to bed. From what I recall, Arthur mentioned to me, that during my sleepwalking session that I wandered to his cot instead of my own bed. The truth is, Hosea, I don’t know what I’m doing while sleepwalking. I feel like I’m technically asleep, but it’s as if I’m dreaming physically, not mentally. Hosea thinks out loud, well, I’ll do my best to keep someone informed about this. Look, Missy, you should really try and trust the women in our gang with this secret. Mary-Beth, Tilly, Karen, Miss Grimshaw, and Abigail are trustworthy about sensitive situations like this one. I believe if they knew what happened and were aware of what was going on, they would also keep you safe. Do you think so, Missy asked? Hosea: yes those women are not likely to tease you about this. I guarantee they have their own secrets too.

As Missy engaged in a conversation with Hosea, Arthur noticed Miss Davis’s absence from the room. Intrigued, he descended the stairs to search for her, only to discover her in a conversation with Hosea.

ARTHUR POV:

Arthur awoke with a sense of curiosity about Missy’s disappearance. Gathering his thoughts, he made his way downstairs and found Hosea and Missy engaged in an undisclosed conversation. He pondered what they were discussing, but he hesitated to join them. He didn’t want to intrude on a conversation that might be solely for Hosea’s ears.

Arthur finally decides to join them after having a cup of coffee. Hosea looks up from his conversation with Missy. Well, look who finally woke up! Arthur shakes his head and gives Hosea a look that says, “Shut up.” So, are we heading back to camp now, Hosea? Arthur glances at Missy after asking that question.

Yes, I believe we should, Hosea exclaims. Arthur looks at Hosea with a “please don’t ask me” look, as if he’s about to have Miss Davis on his horse again.

Hosea, before we leave, let’s address the obvious truth. I need to consider helping Miss Davis get a horse. I believe we have enough money to afford a regular riding horse. I’ll ask the stable hand if they have a gentle one that won’t buck her easily.

Hosea: POV

Well, Miss Davis, before we return to camp, we’ll head over to the stables. Since you’re a beginner rider, we’ll be looking into getting you a riding horse to assist you. However, it’s more likely that we’ll have to find a way to get the horse to follow us. This might involve roping around the horse’s neck to guide it until we can help you build confidence and improve your riding skills. Missy nods in understanding, she was relieved that she would be on her own horse going home to camp.

Missy:POV

She walks over with Hosea to the Blackwater stables, as they walk in she sees a beautiful silver dapple pinto Missouri Fox Trotter. She was so mesmerized with this horse she was hoping for him to be her’s. Hosea found her infatuated with the Missouri Fox Trotter. So, is he the horse you’re looking wanting, Miss Davis? Hosea asks. Missy gazes at Hosea. I must confess, I’m smitten with this horse. Sounds crazy, right?

Hosea smiles at her, no it’s normal that is how Arthur is with his horse Bodicea. I understand. Can we afford this horse, Hosea? She looks at him with a genuine sad expression, hoping that Mr. Matthew has the money or any idea of how we can get this beautiful horse.

Hosea gives her a small smile. “Yes, Miss Davis. We’ll make an arrangement or deal with the stable owner.” As Hosea talks with the stable hand about the Missouri Fox Trotter, she waits patiently for the news and sat there wondering what Arthur was doing outside. Before she could react, Hosea approached her with the male Missouri Fox Trotter. “So, what are you going to name him?” Hosea inquired. “Tahiska” is his name. Hosea glanced at her, then at her new horse. Well, that sounds like a fitting name. I believe Charles Smith will take notice of your choice. It has a Native American sound to it. Missy smiles at Hosea, well technically it is a Native American name. But thank you for liking my choice of name. She was so proud of Tahiska that she was able to lead her new horse out of the stables. She asked Hosea how she would get up on her horse. This time, Hosea helped her up, saying that the only man in camp who is technically very good with horses is the one he mentioned earlier, Charles Smith. Arthur looked up from his journal and noticed Hosea and Missy exiting the stables. He was very impressed with the choice of horse. So, Hosea, who chose the Missouri Fox Trotter, you or Miss Davis? Missy spoke up before Hosea could respond, “I did!”

Arthur, gave her a raised eyebrow look. So you have a problem with me asking Miss Davis?

Missy gives him a stern acknowledgment of his question. I genuinely don’t comprehend why I’m so foolishly knowledgeable about horses or any horse breed. While I may not be able to ride horses, that doesn’t imply I’m ignorant about them. They are, in fact, my favorite animal. I’ve gained a wealth of knowledge about them, but unfortunately, I haven’t had the privilege of riding one or learning how to ride Mr. Morgan!

Arthur was taken aback by her sudden outburst. He was at a loss for words and sighed, deciding not to provoke her further. He simply left the situation as it was.

As they rode back to camp at a slower pace this time, Missy, who wasn’t yet riding her new horse alone, couldn’t help but wonder how they managed to get her horse to follow their path. Although she was sitting on her horse, she wasn’t in charge of Tahiska’s movements. Instead, Tahiska was following along with the help of the other two horses that Hosea and Arthur were riding. Eventually, they returned to camp, without being instructed. Arthur extended his hands to assist Miss Davis in dismounting her horse. Reluctantly, she allowed him to help her down. Missy promptly found a chore to keep herself occupied for the rest of the day. As evening approached, exhaustion and hunger set in. Missy settled down at the round table to enjoy her dinner, when Mac approached her and joined her for dinner. Mac was initially quite reserved, but he was very intrigued by Miss Davis. He wanted to know more about her.

Hey Missy, how was your day yesterday? I noticed you weren’t around. I guess you were with Hosea and Arthur.

Missy smiles at Mac. It was okay; I was able to get my needs met, like taking a bath and getting new clothes.

As the evening progressed, Mac and Missy engaged in a pleasant conversation, discussing various topics. She found his company comforting, and their conversation flowed effortlessly. Finally, she confided in Mac about her sleepwalking habit, a secret she had kept from others. Mac, understanding that sleepwalking is not uncommon, expressed his support and assured her that he would keep an eye out for her when it happens. Missy felt a sense of relief and trust in Mac, knowing that she could confide in him with this personal matter.

That night, Missy confided in Mary-Beth, Tilly, Abigail, Karen, and Miss Grimshaw about her sleepwalking issue. These five women were incredibly understanding and assured her that she could rely on them. Although she didn’t share this secret with Molly or Jenny, it wasn’t a lack of trust; rather, she didn’t know them personally or well enough to disclose it.

When it was time for sleep, Missy walked over to her new friend Tahiska her horse and brushed him and gave him an apple. He seemed grateful and he most likely was happy enough after she was done. Missy walked to her tent she shared with the women.

An hour or so later, Missy didn’t realize she was experiencing her sleepwalking issue again. However, this time, Micah Bell stumbled upon her and thought she was behaving strangely. He smirked and gave her an evil smile, assuming she was drunk or exhibiting some kind of incoherent behavior. Micah was about to take her away from the camp to the tree line, but failed miserably. Mac Callander, after taking a bathroom break, noticed Miss Davis being dragged away by Micah. This infuriated him, and he intervened by stepping in front of Micah Bell and gently grabbing Missy from his grasp.

What are you doing, Micah!? Mac was furious with Mr. Bell, and he was becoming increasingly overprotective of Miss Davis.

What? She’s not yours, Cowpoke! Micah said confidently.

Mac was furious now! It doesn’t matter who she belongs to; Micah, Mac exclaimed with even more fury, “I won’t let you take advantage of her in this state!” Micah chuckled, “Oh, what do you think I don’t know what she’s doing? I know she’s sleeping while walking around. I’m not stupid, Cowpoke.” Mac was extremely protective of Missy. He held her close enough that it was almost impossible for anyone else to grab her. Micah raises his hands in surrender. Fine, you can have her, Cowpoke, but I warn you now. If I see her again like this, and no one is around, she won’t know anything different from what she did the night before I get my piece of her. Micah says this in a nasty way.

You’re not going to touch her, Micah! Not if I have any say in it!

Arthur, was not technically in bed yet. He had just finished hunting earlier, and brought in the game meat for Mr. Pearson. Only to find Miss Davis in a non-coherent state with Mac holding her like she was his doll or something. He also noticed Micah the snake he is walking away from Mac and Missy.

Arthur walks up to Mac, demanding what’s going on?

What happened, Mac? Micah found Miss Davis here sleepwalking, and he was planning to take advantage of her. I intervened before anything happened or she went anywhere!

Missy, still in her sleepwalking state, was oblivious to what was happening around her. Arthur was irritated by how close and how tightly Mac was holding Missy. He didn’t like it at all. I’ll take over Mac!

Mac gives Arthur a hard look, why is she yours? Arthur gives him the look of how dare he ask such question! Arthur sighs, but I promise Miss Davis that I’ll take care of her if this situation arises again, god forbid. Mac shakes his head, Arthur. If she’s not your girlfriend or sister, then I have just as much responsibility and right to be protective as well!

Arthur didn’t want to hear that, but he also didn’t want to admit anything serious either. Fine whatever, he walks away from Missy and Mac.

Mac was at a loss for what to do next. Missy wasn’t moving much, and he needed to recall what he had done when his brother Davey sleep-walked. Gently picking her up, Mac noticed that Missy wasn’t fully awake. As he carried her, he glanced around and spotted Davey, who was still asleep. Mac decided to approach Davey and ask him what it was that always woke him up.

Mac: Hey, brother! What should I do with Miss Davis? She’s sleepwalking like you used to do. Davey looks at his brother and then at Missy. Well, I guess you should keep her away from danger. You could take her to her tent and see if she’ll lie down and keep an eye on her so she doesn’t move around again. Davey looks at Missy. She looks like she’s going back to sleep. I’d quickly bring her there. Mac brings Missy to her shared tent with the other women in the gang. They were asleep, and he didn’t want to disturb them or wake them up. He placed Missy on her bed and sat in a chair near her. He watched her for a while, and eventually, she fell back into a deep sleep, not her incoherent sleepwalking state. Mac felt a strong sense of attachment to her. He was very protective and wanted to kiss her lips, but he decided to settle for kissing her cheek instead. He then walked off towards his shared tent with his brother, Davey.

As Mac made his way back to his tent, Arthur Morgan was still awake and not even in bed. He stopped Mac abruptly and asked him with an irritated expression. What on earth was that, Mac? Why did you kiss her without her permission? Mac turned to Arthur, puzzled. Why are you so fixated on me taking care of Miss Davis? Do you have some kind of secret relationship with her that neither I nor the gang is aware of?

Arthur, NO! He vehemently exclaims. I simply fail to comprehend why you are so determined to woo her over. She is not even your type, Mac.

Mac: So, what’s my type, Morgan? Arthur gets even more irritated. I’ve seen you with just blonde women—no brunettes or redheads. Why, Miss Davis? Why not fancy Karen or Abigail? Since when are you interested in redheads now? Mac shakes his head, now annoyed with Arthur. Just give it a rest, Arthur. She isn’t mine any more than yours. It’s pathetic how we’re fussing over her. It’s not our choice anyway. It would be her choice to pursue either of us, plain and simple. Mac says with irritation, I’m not interested in fussing with you any longer. I’m tired and going to bed. Good night, Morgan! Mac walks away.

TO BE CONTINUED!

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This is a recent commission I did for a friend’s fanfic set in Arthur’s early 20s.

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Oh my goodness. I can imagine this in my head. I am a redhead like her. I always put my OC characters just like this with Arthur Morgan.

I am still working on Chapter Seven of my FANFIC. Of Arthur Morgan and The Time Travel Story. It’s kinda getting hard to put my ideas from my head on to my draft. I giggled a little, when I remembered what Mary-Beth said to Arthur about writing in her journal/book.

If this video even allows me to share it here so you can watch what she said, Because I’ve tried to post YouTube videos here before and they don’t seem to work.

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Why is everyone saying that Jason looks like Arthur? They're both pretty boys, but neither the shape of their eyes, nor their eyebrows, nor their noses, nor their lips... There's only one Arthur Morgan.

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They look similar in the eyes that’s about it. If anything Jason kinda looks like Paul Walker just a little bit.

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I saw someone post some writing advice (and I’m sorry I can’t find it now, so if it was you, let me know and I’ll credit) and it really made me stop for a sec - “just write it down, even if it’s bad. You can edit bad writing. You can’t edit a blank page.”

Boom 🤯

Due to some personal issues I haven’t written anything new in about 3 months. And I’m not even talking about posting finished work. I’m talking about writing a single damn original sentence. At best, I’ve been editing and rehashing the same WIP’s that have been living in my drafts for months.

Writing is something I love to do and it’s eating me alive that I can’t do it, for one reason or another. It’s like when someone wants to go swimming but is terrified of the water. The desire is there but you just can’t get yourself there to do it.

But that statement rings something true - just write it, even if it’s bad. You can edit bad writing. You can’t edit a blank page.

Paying it forward to anyone else in this boat. Maybe it will help you.

And to the person who posted that, thank you 🙏

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melissawwjd1977

Very good picture of Arthur Morgan

PART SIX TIME TRAVEL STORY

Arthur Morgan/ OC Missy Davis

CHAPTER Title Fallen Through Time.

Missy went to bed that night feeling uncertain, despite her tiredness. She tried to stay positive, wondering if she’d sleepwalked again. She fell asleep, and with sheer luck and a lack of energy from not having coffee, she stayed asleep. As far as she knows, she didn’t sleepwalk. The night flew by, and by the time 6 a.m. rolled around, she didn’t need an alarm. The sunlight did its job and helped her wake up.

She worked tirelessly today, contemplating whether to ask Hosea about improving her hygiene habits. The luxuries of the 20th century were starting to make her yearn for them. She realized that people in the 19th century seemed oblivious to the significance of hygiene for maintaining good health. Mary-Beth had recently shared a story about the devastating cholera outbreak in the town of Armadillo. Missy was astounded by how people managed to survive during such a time. She also recalled historical accounts of the widespread tuberculosis epidemic during this time frame too.

As the morning progressed toward lunchtime, she commenced her other task, which involved sewing the clothes of gang members who had either been involved in a shootout or some other activity that caused tears in their garments. Missy was still contemplating how she had ended up here. She hoped to find someone who had an open mind and was willing to help her understand her situation.

As she continued sewing, she heard Hosea say something about going into Blackwater for business, Arthur as well was joining Mr Matthew’s. Missy was done with her chores and looks at Miss Grimshaw , Susan gave her the okay and a smile encouraging her to ask Hosea to join him and Arthur. Missy was, in desperate need of a bath. She bid farewell to Miss Grimshaw with a grateful smile. She then approached Hosea and Arthur, requesting their company to Blackwater.

Hosea, looks at Arthur, wondered if he had a problem with Miss Davis’s request. Arthur shrugged and nodded to Hosea, indicating that he didn’t see any issue with it. Missy was so excited to finally get a chance at cleaning up and she earned a little bit of money somehow, through Miss Grimshaw’s help. For some reason, Susan Grimshaw has taken a liking towards Missy. Susan kept it a secret. She wasn’t known for being a softie; she was rough around the edges on purpose. Missy recalled that Susan gave her enough money to pay for the bath and buy new clothes and shoes. She gave this some thought quietly to herself as Hosea and Arthur prepared their horses for departure. Then, Missy realized would she be riding with one of them or on a horse herself. Hosea looked at her with a question, only to realize that she didn’t have a horse yet. Hosea asked, “Miss Davis, do you know how to ride a horse?” Missy sighed and admitted, “No.” She felt a bit foolish for being so jaded and not knowing the basic things they knew. She apologized, feeling very out of place, knowing that she was likely the only one who didn’t know how. Hosea, surprised, looked at her. Well, you’ll have to ride with one of us until we find a suitable horse for you. In the meantime, Hosea gave Arthur the chance to speak up, or he was going to state the obvious. Either way, Hosea thought it was only appropriate for her to ride with a younger gentleman like Arthur. Missy looks at Mr. Morgan with a sorry expression.

Arthur sighs and doesn’t utter a word. Instead, he gestures for her to come closer so he can assist her in mounting his horse. The journey to Blackwater was brief. She sat behind Arthur, being extremely cautious not to encroach upon his personal space. Arthur had instructed her to hold on tightly at least once, expressing his concern that she might fall off during the ride. Although she felt a bit apprehensive about being so close to Arthur, she didn’t want to be disrespectful to his concern.

Arthur’s POV:

As they rode towards Blackwater, Hosea was engaged in a discussion about their current business venture. Arthur, trying to concentrate on Hosea’s words, found himself momentarily distracted by the gentle hold Missy had on his waist. He had to interrupt Hosea at least once to remind Miss Davis to hold on to him more securely.

Arthur noticed that she wasn’t accustomed to being so close to a man like this. Her body language was stiff and uncertain. He was definitely, sensing that in her touch. Even he felt, a bit different when she was there too. Arthur attempted to concentrate on Hosea again, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Missy behind him. He couldn’t help but sigh to himself; he was beginning to experience that familiar, old feeling he had years ago with Mary Gillis, now Mrs. Linton.

Arthur silently, internally told himself to “Hold on, my heart” “Just hold on to that feeling””We both know we’ve been here before” “We both know what can happen” “Hold on my heart”.

Arthur was feeling that electric shock while she held onto him tighter as he asked her minutes ago, he was so internally flustered, but also internally, kicking himself too. He just didn’t need another woman messing up his head or heart again.

They eventually reached the town of Blackwater when they stopped, Arthur gently allowed Miss Davis to dismount his horse. It was a sense of relief to have her at arms length now, having her not so close to him that he could finally breathe now and sigh. He was only ready to consider her as a friend only, but his heart was too damaged to even think about any romantic relationship with anyone. He detested his earlier feelings; his body betrayed him, and he simply couldn’t take that right now. He felt that creeping sensation inside him about her, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint the reason! He quietly told himself that this kind of relationship with Miss Davis was simply not going to happen anytime soon.

Missy POV:

Missy looks at Hosea and Arthur. Where can I find a bath? Do I need to book a hotel room, or do they have a place in town that offers such services?

Hosea, despite his caring nature, informed Miss Davis that they would likely be staying in town overnight. Consequently, she was advised to rent a hotel room for the night he handed her money for two rooms.

Missy assumed that the other room was reserved for Hosea and Arthur. She took the money and left Arthur and Hosea to their business dealings. As she was walking down the street, she asked the newspaper boy where the hotel was.

The boy pointed toward the saloon that was right next to them. Miss Davis politely, thanked him and went inside. She had never seen a saloon before in person. She approaches the counter, inquiring about two rooms and the availability of a bath. The bartender, with a polite smile, informed her that the cost for the two rooms was two dollars, while the bath would be $.50. He assured her that the ladies working there would prepare the bath for her. As Missy entered the bathroom, she was captivated by the intricate design of the bathtub. However, she was uncertain about the process of locking the door, as she couldn’t comprehend how to do so. She only hoped that no man would accidentally enter the bathroom.

As she undressed and got into the hot bath, she felt a relief come over her of being clean, finally. Out of the blue, a lady knocked on the bathroom door and asked if she needed any help. When she said no thank you in a uncertain voice, the lady chuckled. Oh, ma’am, it’s okay. I don’t just give men baths. However, if you’re uncomfortable with help, I completely respect that.

Missy took her time hoping no one else needed to have a bath too. As she washed up well, she found the towels and dried herself up and dressed in her only clothes. As she finished her bath, the bartender informed her that her two rooms were empty and available whenever she needed them. He said that when she was ready to call it a night, she could ask for the keys, and he would gladly hand them over. Missy inquired about clothing options from the bartender. He kindly provided her with directions to the nearest tailor shop. As she entered the shop, she noticed a man standing behind a counter. He looked up from his work and asked if she needed help. Politely, she replied, “Yes, please.” He then inquired if it would be acceptable for him to take her measurements so that he could assist her in finding clothes that would fit her better. She gladly accepted, he eventually helped her find a suitable outfit for her to try on and she asked to wear it out giving him the money for the clothes. He politely gave her the change back and a bag for her other clothes. She was technically supposed to buy boots as well, but she opted to keep the old ones that Karen had given her. Missy Davis felt like a new woman as she strolled down the streets of Blackwater. She made her way back to the saloon and inquired about food. She had enough money left to purchase food at the saloon.

She sat at a table upstairs, near her room, and quietly ate her dinner. The music from the piano downstairs and the conversations of people playing poker and blackjack filled the air. She, got tried and asked for the keys to both rooms, she only hoped Hosea and Arthur knew to look for her to get their key for their room. She fell asleep in her unlocked room, not intending for that to happen. However, she hoped that whoever entered would remember to knock first.

Arthur POV:

As Hosea and Arthur finished their first meeting with a potential job they were scamming, after all Hosea Matthew’s is a very talented con artist. They entered the saloon looking for Miss Davis, Hosea asks the bartender. Did our lady friend make it in here? The bartender questions the two outlaws what did she look like? Arthur explains, she has strawberry blonde hair and hazel eyes. The bartender smiles, oh yeah the nice lady is upstairs in her room, she has your key for your room. Arthur nods in understanding, tells the bartender thanks. As Hosea looks at Arthur for the information on Missy’s whereabouts. Arthur explained to Hosea that he would retrieve the key, and they would be able to rest. Hosea, orders a beer while waiting for Arthur. Arthur ascended the stairs to Miss Davis’s room, knocking before entering. However, he was met with silence and no response. He decides on his better judgment to enter her room and finds her asleep and looking actually peaceful. He notices the other key and decides to leave her alone for a moment. He walks downstairs, giving Hosea the room key. “Look Hosea, I should keep an eye on Miss Davis tonight. Hosea looks at Arthur questioningly, why he asked? Arthur hesitates, let’s just say I know of a bad habit she has when it comes to sleepwalking. He felt bad telling Hosea that secret, but it was very much the truth. Hosea nods in understanding, do what you must Arthur.

You’re not going to tell anyone in camp about her sleepwalking, are you, Hosea? No, he says. Her secret is safe with me. Arthur hands over the room key to Hosea and makes his way up to Missy’s room to sleep on the couch or even the floor. He wasn’t going to invade her bed; that would be a mistake or crossing a personal boundary of hers.

As Arthur opens her door once more, he quietly locks it behind him and makes his way over to the floor near the fireplace. He rests his head on an extra pillow that he found unused by her.

He attempts to fall asleep, but he fails to do so immediately. Instead, he finds himself lying in the dimly lit room, illuminated only by the warm glow of the fireplace. His mind races with thoughts, pondering the reason behind his intense concern for the woman who is peacefully sleeping in the same room. A soft sigh escapes his lips as he mentally urges himself to be cautious and put an end to this overthinking and unnecessary worry about a woman he barely knows. The only thing Arthur Morgan can think before falling asleep was, he was in over his head with unresolved feelings he was struggling to control. He eventually, falls asleep after Midnight.

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PART FIVE TIME TRAVEL STORY

Arthur Morgan/ OC Missy Davis

Missy POV:

Missy woke up feeling a bit tired. She had hoped for a bath, but she wasn’t sure if she would get the chance anytime soon. She missed her regular routine, especially the warm shower and her preferred coffee every morning back in 1999. In this century of change and unfamiliarity, she decided to skip coffee and have an apple instead. She headed to Mr. Pearson’s wagon to help with the usual tasks of preparing vegetables and washing dishes that might not have been cleaned from yesterday.

While Missy was washing the dishes, she was missing 20th Century music. She used to rock out to 80’s music while washing her dishes back when she was in her time. She quietly, started singing a song that she remembered as a kid, it was 1987 Cher.

I was five and you were six

We rode on horses made of sticks

I worn black and you worn white

You would always win the fight

“Bang Bang you shot me down”

Bang Bang, I hit the ground

Bang Bang, that awful sound

Bang Bang, my baby shot me down.

Seasons came and changed the time.

I grew up and called you mine

You would always laugh and say

Remember when we used to play Bang Bang, you shot me down

Bang Bang, and I hit the ground

Bang Bang, that awful sound

Bang Bang, my baby shot me down

Missy hums to the melody.

Music played and people sang

Just for me, the church bells ring

After echoes from a gun

We both vowed we’d be one

Missy hummed to herself part of the song.

Now you’re gone I don’t know why

Sometimes I cry,

You didn’t say goodbye

You didn’t take the time to lie

Bang Bang.

(“Partial lyrics Credit to Sunny Bono”)

While Missy was secretly singing an old song from a different century, Mac might have overheard her singing. He was curious about the song because he had never heard it before.

Hey Miss Davis, how are you doing today? I’ve never heard that song before. It sounds quite interesting. She was a bit embarrassed when he caught her singing a song that wasn’t technically a song from their era. She had to make an excuse. Oh, it’s nothing. It’s,.. just something I thought of. When the truth was, it was definitely a song she didn’t write, but Mac didn’t need to know that.

Mac just stood there and smiled at her, he spoke up again well it’s pretty interesting kinda, has a tune related to these times we’re in now I guess. He wasn’t sure why he said that but he figured it was something different. And he liked the sound of the song.

For some odd reason, he asked Miss Davis, so do you know how to shoot a gun? Missy looks at Mac like speechless, she wasn’t expecting that question. It was an interesting question, because the truth was she never learned any type of protection when it came to a gun or weapon. And the sad part was, Mac didn’t need to know why because the time she was from. People in her century didn’t go running around carrying guns the way they do now; it was technically frowned upon, and she didn’t think it would be smart to say the least. She just gave him the full, honest truth. No, I don’t know how.

Missy found herself growing increasingly curious about Mac’s behavior. She began to suspect that he was developing feelings for her maybe, and realized she needed to express her feelings to him. She decided to let him know that she valued their friendship and didn’t want to complicate things further. However, she couldn’t shake the feeling that they didn’t know each other that well. After all, she had only known this gang for two in half days.

Missy politely smiled at Mac. Well, I’m not sure about learning how to use a gun just yet. I’ll go ahead and sit on the idea and maybe come back to you or someone else in the gang if you’re busy or something in that nature.

Mac shrugs, nods, and politely walks away to do his own thing.

It fell silent now that Mac had left. She decided to assist Tilly and Mary-Beth with laundry and sewing. It was only 1 p.m., and she knew dinner wouldn’t be served anytime soon. As she sewed an old blue striped shirt that appeared quite worn, Tilly was searching for the shirt that Missy was working on.

Tilly smiles at her. Oh look that’s the shirt I was looking for, that shirt belongs to Arthur actually. Oh, I’m sorry. Did you need this shirt for washing or something? Tilly giggles no actually I was going to sew it but you kind of beat me to it, but no big deal when you’re done with it you can fold it and bring it to Arthur’s tent if you know where that is. Missy looks at Tilly with a polite smile. Ok, no big deal. I can finish up with it, and I will make sure it goes where it belongs.

Missy continued to sew Arthur‘s shirt, for some darn reason, sewing his shirt with the way it looked made her remember an old song from 1971 from Dolly Parton. Again, she was thinking should I sing it quietly because I know these songs don’t have a place in this century.

As she sewed the shirt .

She chose to sing it anyways it wasn’t as if Tilly or Mary-Beth were around, anyways they went off to do their own thing and she sat there quietly in the tent. She was humming at first until she remembered the lyrics of the old song.

Missy gathers the lyrics after a while.

Back through the years

I go wonderin' once again

Back to the seasons of my youth

I recall a box of rags that someone gave us

And how my momma put the rags to use

There were rags of many colors

But every piece was small

And I didn't have a coat

And it was way down in the fall

Momma sewed the rags together

Sewin' every piece with love

She made my coat of many colors

That I was so proud of

As she sewed, she told a story

From the Bible she had read

About a coat of many colors

Joseph wore and then she said

Perhaps this coat will bring you

Good luck and happiness

And I just couldn't wait to wear it

And momma blessed it with a kiss

My coat of many colors

That my momma made for me

Made only from rags

But I wore it so proudly

Although we had no money

I was rich as I could be

In my coat of many colors

My momma made for me

So with patches on my britches

And holes in both my shoes

In my coat of many colors

I hurried off to school

Just to find the others laughing

And making fun of me

In my coat of many colors

My momma made for me

And oh, I couldn't understand it

For I felt I was rich

And I told 'em of the love

My momma sewed in every stitch

And I told 'em all the story

Momma told me while she sewed

And how my coat of many colors

Was worth more than all their clothes

But they didn't understand it

And I tried to make them see

That one is only poor

Only if they choose to be

Now I know we had no money

But I was rich as I could be

In my coat of many colors

My momma made for me

Made just for me

(“Source: LyricFindSongwriters: Dolly Parton”) All credit and rights are her’s and publisher.)

Missy didn’t think anything of it when she sung it quietly. But she also didn’t realize someone was listening to her, either. Javier was walking past her tent, and he overheard her singing and thought how beautiful the song was, that’s a beautiful song, Miss Davis did you write it? Missy blushed red and she just said with a genuine answer no, I didn’t. It’s an old song from where I’m from.

Javier smiles at her well it’s a really nice song. If you ever remember it again you can help me sing around the campfire again sometime. Missy turns red again, and nods at Javier and says she’ll think about.

Missy examined the work she had done on the blue striped shirt. It appeared slightly improved compared to my previous attempt. She gathered the shirt and brought it to Arthur’s tent. Placing it on his bed, she looked at his bed with a strange expression. It was as if she remembered herself lying there, and then she face-palmed herself, thinking, “Oh my gosh, was I sleepwalking last night?”

She had actually whispered this to herself, but she hadn’t realized John Marston was nearby, and he chuckled softly. Yes, you were sleepwalking last night. She turned around, feeling embarrassed, and asked, “How do you know?” John looked at her. I was getting off guard duty when I noticed you walking around in a peculiar manner. I wondered what was happening with you. Naturally, when I tried to get your attention, you didn’t wake up or appear coherent. So, I assumed you were sleepwalking, which is not something we encounter here. However, I had heard about it once. John continues the conversation about it. Look, I followed you around to ensure you didn’t get into trouble. Somehow, I was exhausted from my time with guard duty and Arthur noticed me following you until he asked what was going on. I explained the situation, and he decided to take over. John continues now, but I’m not sure what happened after that. Sorry you have to ask Arthur.

John asked a question before he walked away. Do you do that all the time? If so, don’t be surprised if I tease you about it for some kind of leverage.

Missy looks at John you wouldn’t dare! John teases, it depends on the situation, but maybe I would. Maybe I won’t. Your secret is not just with me now it’s with Arthur as well.

Missy was mortified. She had just discovered that two gentlemen knew her secret about sleepwalking. She felt like kicking herself. She couldn’t pinpoint the cause—was it something in Mr. Pearson’s stew or was it stress? She still couldn’t comprehend how it happened and now feared she could easily do it again. She didn’t want to think about it because she knew it wouldn’t make sense or help her in this strange world, filled with crime and outlaw behavior, even though she lived with a bunch of outlaws. She thought to herself, “God knows what would happen to me if these men in camp would find me sleepwalking again.” She didn’t want to think about it.

Plus, she had a strange feeling that she couldn’t trust a certain individual named Micah Bell. If he caught her sleepwalking, she would be mortified to find out if he tried to do anything inappropriate, which she didn’t think would be acceptable to discuss. She was still a virgin and didn’t want any man like him to steal or take her without asking, in a manner that she didn’t approve of. She was afraid of going to sleep now, knowing that if she sleepwalked again, it would be horrifying. She would have to sit down with Arthur and explain her situation to him, now that he knew she sleepwalked. She was also going to ask him what else she had done, because she was so embarrassed that she didn’t know what to think.

Arthur POV:

Arthur and Hosea were making their way back to camp for dinner. They had a job similar to a business in Blackwater.

Arthur tied his horse, Boadicea, to the hitching post. Hosea also tied his horse, Silver Dollar, to the post as well. They both walked towards Mr. Pearson’s stew, their eyes wide with hunger and a craving for a beer.

Arthur brought his stew to the round table the gang use at every camp. He noticed Missy teaching little Jack at the same table. He allowed them to work without bothering them. It seemed like Miss Davis was reviewing Jack’s alphabet.

Little Jack and Missy didn’t pay any attention to Arthur when he sat down. It wasn’t because they were being rude; it was more because Missy was very interested in knowing how many letters Jack knew in the alphabet. She was amazed that he knew almost all of them very well.

Arthur sat there quietly, engrossed in his dinner. He was genuinely intrigued by the sight of another woman like Mary-Beth, who possessed the ability to read and write proficiently. He believed Missy had the intelligence to become a teacher.

Arthur observed that Jack seemed to be getting tired and bored. Missy noticed the same behavior in Jack. “Well, Jack, Missy says you’re doing well with your read and writing. I can see that you’re getting tired, so I think you should stop for tonight and go find your momma. You can also get dinner before it’s gone I promised your momma you eat dinner as well. Little Jack hugs Miss Davis and heads over to his momma, after getting the stew that was done.

As little Jack walks away towards his momma, Missy finally acknowledges Arthur’s presence. “Oh, good evening, Arthur,” she says, a bit shyly. Arthur noticed the shyness in her demeanor. He knew why; it was likely possible that Marston teased her about her behavior last night, sleepwalking and all.

Arthur awkwardly brings up Missy’s sleepwalking incident from last night. He scratches the back of his neck, trying to catch her up on what actually happened. He was a bit nervous about revealing what she did while sleepwalking. He was embarrassed to admit where she found a place to fall asleep, and it wasn’t her own bed. Instead, she found his bed on accident while still sleepwalking. He only knew this because he had been following her around last night after giving Marston a chance to go to bed. After all, it was John who had found Missy first while she was sleepwalking.

So look, Miss Davis. I know about your habit of sleepwalking. I honestly didn’t know it was a thing until John mentioned it last night. He found you first. Missy interrupts, please call me Missy. And I know you know, John told me earlier today.

Arthur, sighing in an uncomfortable silence, looks at her. You didn’t find your own bed last night. You technically skipped it all together and ended up in my cot. I felt strange keeping you there because I didn’t want the gang to think untrue things about why you were sleeping in my bed. I promise, nothing happened. I just gently picked you up and brought you to your own bed.

Missy appears surprised yet grateful. Oh, thank you, Arthur. Look, I have no idea when my sleepwalking episodes occur. So, if you ever see me doing so again, please don’t let Micah find me in that state. I detest the thought of him taking advantage of me in that vulnerable moment.

Arthur speaks up and says, “I’ll do my best, Missy, but I can’t guarantee I’ll be here every night. However, you do know or remember John knowing your secret, so please let him know. I believe John is somewhat reliable and can help if you need him to keep an eye on you during your nighttime sleeping habits.”

(“It took me a while to finish this one, so I hope it’s suitable and acceptable with what I added. I did give credit where it’s due.“)

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PART FOUR TIME TRAVEL STORY.

Arthur Morgan/OC Missy Davis.

“Chapter Title ‘Without Love”

Missy’s POV:

Missy was sitting at the campfire with Javier, Hosea, Uncle, and John. She sat quietly eating her dinner while listening to Hosea tell stories of his past, while Javier strummed on his guitar softly. She was shy about getting to know the men in camp. She would only talk with any of them if spoken to. As Hosea, decides to give his story telling a rest for the night he gets up to go to bed. As he walks away he says goodnight to everyone. At that moment, Arthur walks over to take Hosea’s chair that he was sitting in, and sits quietly watching the fire. John initiates a conversation with Missy, so you’re the new girl everyone’s been buzzing about. Missy looks up from her empty plate and shyly says yes.

John seems to be a little curious, as he asks her another question. So Miss Davis is that it? Missy nods yes. So Miss how is Jack doing with reading?

Before Missy could answer the question, Arthur interrupts her and asks John why now is he so interested in little Jack and how he is doing. Arthur asks this in a harsh tone. Jeez… Arthur I was only curious John speaks back to Arthur with the same attitude. As that was left there in a uncomfortable moment, Missy spoke up now and decided to tell John that little Jack seems to be doing well with all the help he has gotten with Hosea. Missy continues explaining her situation and says she doesn’t mind helping a young child with learning. Missy goes on with saying she was fortunate to go to school not like others who didn’t have that privilege.

It got quiet again, thinking that maybe John wasn’t in the mood now to ask her anymore questions.

Out of the blue, Dutch approaches the campfire where they had been sitting. He immediately smiles at Missy, affectionately referring to her as Miss Davis. He expresses his gratitude for Missy’s excellent work in helping everyone today.

Missy blushes and says you’re welcome. The situation with the gang leader, who now wants to join the fire, has become a bit awkward. To make things better, Missy decided to clean her plate and the rest of the dishes at Mr. Pearson’s wagon. She was as kind as she could be, making life a little easier for everyone tomorrow. As she was washing up the last dish. She wasn’t aware that a certain gang member was lurking around her. No Micah Bell was a slithery snake with his movements, and she got a big surprise soon. As she turned to walk away from the wagon and go to her tent with Tilly and Mary-Beth, she was greeted with a nasty looking man with an un-kept horseshoe mustache.

So…. You are the new mouth to feed what is it Miss Davis your name is? Micah says this in a snarky way.

Missy was getting very uncomfortable vibes from this outlaw. She got very lucky when Mac Callander saw her situation and came to her rescue. Mac walks up to her asking her if this rat was bothering her? And before she could answer, Arthur was now also concerned with what he was hearing and didn’t give her a chance to say anything.

Both Mac and Arthur gave Mr. Bell a disapproving look, essentially demanding that Micah move along and leave Miss Davis alone. As he did without shame, she sighed and expressed her gratitude to both men for their assistance. She politely smiled at them and proceeded to walk away towards her tent. Arthur looks at her while she makes her way over towards her tent, Mac smirks at Arthur now shaking his head at Arthur with curiosity.

Mac asks Arthur about Miss Davis, implying that Arthur has a crush on the new girl. Arthur playfully punches Mac in the shoulder, telling Mac to shut up and walks away from Mac.

As Missy settled down on her bed pad, she found a journal not used on the blanket which was given to her by Miss Grimshaw. There was a note inside by Mary-Beth telling Missy she could have this to write in or draw if she needed something to do during her downtime. Missy wanted to say thank you to her but, Mary-Beth had already fell asleep it was early for Missy to sleep. So she decided to take the journal and actually write down her thoughts. Missy was not sure how she would keep it from the others she would have to think hard about how to keep her secrets to herself. She was very happy to be able to write down her deepest thoughts, and those things she knew she couldn’t ever tell these people who she was living with now. Missy wondered how she could go about getting a Bible, she was one who liked keeping up with reading that book.

As she was what you would say a believer in a Higher Power. So being a bit confused on why Reverend Swanson lost his faith in Father God. She was now the second person in camp that had some type of relationship with God and his son Jesus. But to be honest, Missy was not sure any of these people believed in God the way she did or at all. All she knew was that she could minister to them but it would have to be very gently and carefully done. Because she knew outlaws were not fond of being told what they are doing wrong or right.

As she sat there, quietly contemplating, she genuinely felt sorry for this gang. She understood that her father, God, loved them all unconditionally, but she also recognized that he grants us all the freedom to make our own choices, even if those choices may have repercussions later on.

As she sat there, contemplating what to write—a song or perhaps a poem—she carefully considered her choice. Quietly, she hummed the melody without disturbing the others, allowing her thoughts to flow freely onto the page.

(“If I speak in the tongues of angels, but have not love, I'm only a resounding noise. If I have the gift of knowledge. And if my faith moves mountains high, but have not loved I am nothing.

Though I know the One, Who holds the stars in the heavens. In the palm of His hand. If I give all I possess, to the poor and the helpless, I'll still gain nothing!

“Without love”……..

“Love's patient”

“True love is always kind”

“Love does not envy”

“Never brags, it's never proud”

“Slow to wrath, it keeps no records of wrongs against friends”

“Love forgives”

“We all could use, forgiveness”…)

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