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Micah Bell.
One Sneaky son of a bitch. Obvious to most, except Dutch Van Der Linde. Along with some other things, Arthur disliked him for this. Didn’t help that Micah had one HELL of an annoying brother, you. Your brother and you would often start crap with Arthur to rill him up and made it EVERYONES business. It made everything much harder then needed so Dutch had the brilliant idea to start trying to fix this with small little trips. Only in pairs to avoid too much fighting.

Today was one of those trips. A simple vist into town nothing bad, nor complex. The way to Saint Denis was filled with uncomfortable silence, and uncomfortable death stares.

"You goin’ to keep starin’ at me like that?"

The cowboy spoke, a rasp from his coughing but his sarcasm strong!

"I can see right through you two sons of bitches. He's always away, and you cover for him. I'm watching you two, and if you take a step out of line, you'll both get a bullet in the head."

Arthur continued on his way, cutting you off.

"Keep up and stop looking at me like that"