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Fri, 25 Jan 2013 00:42:00

colinarcartperson:

No, I didn’t quit Yeehawgust I just was super busy. So despite it being September I’m gunna post some more prompts in between commissions….Sorry
Anyway, here is John safe and sound on his ranch wearing some chaps.

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@Yeehawgust 3: Midnight Ride

Thu, 02 Sep 2021 15:44:32

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Until I Have to Go-RDR2 One Shot
Yeehawgust 2021, Day 28 - Snowed-in
Characters: Arthur Morgan, Eliza, Isaac
Words:2,479
Summary: An unexpected blizzard interrupts Arthur’s plans to leave for camp. He’ll have to stay with Eliza and Isaac awhile longer, but maybe that’s not so bad.
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New Mexico Territory - February 1889
It was poor timing, to put it lightly. Arthur stared out the window at the dense clouds in the night sky, watching as countless heavy flakes of snow fell to the earth. They shimmered when the cabin’s light hit them just outside the window, blown around by strong winds that leaked into the drafty house. He was thankful for the warmth of the fireplace, he’d have to throw more logs on to keep it going for the night.
It was going to be a lot of snow, and it had come from basically nowhere. Arthur wasn’t going to be able to leave in the morning like he’d intended. He sighed and shook his head, closing the curtains and turning away from the beautiful but unfortunate weather outside.
As he looked back into the main room, Eliza raised a brow at his grumpy expression.
“Looks like I’ll be stuck here awhile, sorry Eliza.” He explained, rubbing the back of his head.
She laughed lightly. “It’s fine, Arthur. You’re not imposing by sticking around another week or so.”
“I know you say that, but still -“
Eliza cut him off. “You are welcome here, enough of that. I’d rather you had to be here a while longer than out there freezing to death. Besides, I’m sure Isaac will be happy, so stop it.”
The young man exhaled, releasing some tension. “Thank you.” He said simply.
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Tue, 31 Aug 2021 18:21:48

squidproquoclarice:

Yeehawgust Day 31: Cliffhanger
A/N: A brief coda for “Saint Hermit and the Bounty Hunter”.

October 1908
Deer Ridge, Montana
Arthur knew that this was the quiet life Sadie had once, and lost, and now probably appreciated all the more for the years and the pain that had come in between. As he had told Sadie last year, they’d been many people in their lives. The thing now was that this was who they’d chosen to be, rather than the people the world seemed to have forced them into by taking away everything and everyone, and leaving only a relentless, automatic purpose to give each day any sort of direction.
He’d left his shack behind easily enough. She’d left bounty hunting behind easily enough. They’d ridden over the border from North Elizabeth and gotten married in Catawissa, where nobody knew Arthur Bowen and Sadie Griffith-soon-to-be-Bowen, or knew who they’d been two weeks before, let alone nine years. They’d treated themselves to a fine dinner and posh hotel for their wedding night, because given he planned to only marry once in his life, he damn well intended that to be an occasion fit to treasure. And for her, he wanted this new start to be a sweet one.
Then Mr. and Mrs. Bowen had headed northwest, determined to look back as little as they could, to move forward rather than in endless circles. They’d taken the summer and built this cabin up on Deer Ridge, hunted and fished and chopped firewood all to lay in stock for the winter. Made plans for next year, and beyond, in a way that he marveled at, in a way that Arthur Morgan hadn’t and Arthur Lewis couldn’t.
That easy partnership they’d had years ago and back near Mercy seemed to continue. The shells they’d put up of the saint hermit and the bounty hunter kept eroding, but strangely he had no fear of it. She was here, and she’d chosen to be with him, and likewise him for her. They had each other’s backs then, seen each other’s raw and vulnerable spots. He could trust her with his heart and soul just the same.
One thing was about to change, though. She was pregnant. Hadn’t said anything yet, but something in him knew, some part of him that understood even if he couldn’t fully put his finger on the changes. She’d wanted children, mourned the loss of the chance with Jake. As for him, well, he’d told her about Isaac and Eliza. They hadn’t exactly planned this, but they hadn’t exactly taken any measures against it either. And from the smiles he’d seen from her when she was lost in thought, he knew she was happy. So was he.
He closed his eyes sometimes and tried to fight against the fear that he would lose another child, or fail them as he would Isaac. That there would be something that he couldn’t fight against, and he’d come home again someday to find them dead too. Just the same as Sadie woke in the night sometimes with a gasp, clinging tightly to him, at the fear of men breaking into the cabin intent on doing violence.
But they’d get by, day by day, week by week. The bleak worry sometimes might hang them over the edge of a cliff, the abyss of the past yawning dark and horrible below them, but he believed she would always, always hold onto him with all her might to keep him from falling. How could he do any less for her? That it was a happiness aware of sorrow and the fear of loss didn’t mean it wasn’t a wonderful sort of happiness all the same. How long had it been since he’d actually felt the spark of joy and anticipation within him? So long he couldn’t even recall directly. But here it was all the same. They weren’t too old or too damaged to have that for their own, and that notion never failed to make him grateful for it.
For now, he had time to come to terms with the mingled joy and grief. Whatever feelings she was having about lost chances with Jake and lost years, he would give her that time too. She would tell him when she was ready. And then they’d look forward to their son or daughter together.