Chapter Text
“Honey, you grab whatever you can find in those passengers pockets, show no mercy if they don’t politely oblige. You hear?” Dutch Van der Linde says.
“You got it.” I responded back. The gang has been waiting for this train mission for months. Dutch says we’ll hit it big. He has plans. Big plans. We’re robbing Leviticus Cornwall, he has all of the money we need to get out of here, we can finally stop running, I can finally start my life with Dutch.
“HERE IT COMES!” Bill yelled from a far. We are going to blow the tracks to stop that train.
“Masks on boys.” I say as I pull on my red bandana up around my face from my neck. Everyone nodded and in unison they all hid their faces within the cover of the night.
Arthur, Dutch, and Micah all stood together whispering what was about to go down. “I still dont have a good feeling about this, Dutch.” Arthur said, as careful as always.
“Alright, old man, we know it for the hundredth time, stop doubting, nothings going to happen.” Micha replied sarcastically. “It will be okay, Arthur. The plan will work.”
“Shit,” I begin, “SHIT BILL CAN’T GET THE DYNAMITE TO BLOW!” I begin to panic, as does everyone else. “SHIT!” Dutch yells. “Let’s go.” Arthur says. “Stop that damn train!” Dutch yells after Arthur, Javier, Lenny and I as we begin to run, to jump onto the train. We picked up our pace and we all jumped down onto the speeding train. “Javier!” I yell as he slips and falls off the edge of the zooming engine, leaving him behind, him throwing his hands in the air. “A LITTLE HELP HERE!!!!” Lenny dangled on the left side of the train, Arthur and I go over to grab him to pull him up.
“This train is armed, so be careful, get up there and stop that conductor, Sheyanne.” Arthur yells. “Got it! Be careful you guys.” I say and as i begin to leave, Arthur grabs my arm and spins me around to say, “No, you be careful, god forbid what Dutch’ll do to me if you get hurt.” I grab his hand and hold it for a second and then let it go to leave. “I’ll stop this train one way or another.” I jump onto the next moving cart running and jumping cart to cart. “HEY! BITCH!” I hear someone yell behind me. I grab my pistol out of my holster, and swiftly turn around and shot the bastard directly between the eyes before he could pull the trigger. I ran into a few more guards, before I begin to reach the front of the train. “Sheyanne!” I hear Arthur call to me, they caught up. “The conductor isn’t here!” I yell back as I begin to near the front. “HEY!” Arthur screams. Within a swift movement, hands clasp my throat, and I am being held over the side of the train. “You motherfUCKER!” I scream, fighting back. I reach for my knife, and the conductor reaches for his, quickly slashing my cheek within a second. “WHAT KIND OF CONDUCTOR ARE YOU?!” I say as I jump onto the man, slicing my blade through his neck. “You okay?” Lenny calls out over the roar of the tracks beneath us. “Im fine!” I say , too annoyed and too busy looting the pockets of the conductor. “Ow.”I whisper to myself.
I reach the front, and I slam back on the trains breaks, I quickly get thrown backwards onto my ass. As the train begins to come to a screeching holt, Arthur yells out, “We’ve got more friends.” We all look to see more men coming on horseback approaching the train. I nod at them as I pull my bandana back up my face. We all begin to rain bullets down on every horsemen that approach the side of the train. We take them down one after another, the train finally stops. Us three jump off onto the ground, waiting for the other guys to show up.
“Son of a bitch got me good.” I say, wiping off some of the dripping blood from my cheek. “At least you didn’t get shot.” Lenny says, holding his shoulder. “Do you need me to look at that son?” Arthur asks calmly. “No, thank you sir.” Lenny replies. Arthur nods. “STOP RIGHT THERE!” We hear more people call out. We all spin around to find more men coming at us. “Come on!” I yell in annoyance. We all begin to shoot. I suddenly get the wind knocked out of me as a man jumps on top of me from the train, knocking my pistol out of reach. “Hi pretty lady. Wanna have a good time?” The outlaw ontop of me says into my ear. “GET OFF OF ME!” I begin to fight him off of my body, my chest screaming for air. I socked the man right in the mouth. He looked at me in disgust as he slapped me, busting my lip open. “Looks like were both spitting blood now, huh?” He says. “HEY, GET OFF OF HER!” Arthur yells, as he points his gun towards him from afar. “Ahh ahh ahhhhh. Careful now old man. Don’t want her pretty little neck cut do you now?” He holds his knife up to my throat, and i let out a small whimper. “Get your filthy fucking hands off my woman.” Dutch rides up with the rest of the gang as they all hop off their horses drawing their guns. “Dutch fuckin Van der Linde. We’ve been lookin for ya. Tell ya what, you surrender and I don’t slit your whore’s throat.” Dutch lets out an angry growl. I suddenly flip the man underneath me - straddling him with his own knife on his throat that was just on mine. “I ain’t no whore.” I say to the man. “Come on, baby, i can fuck you better than that oldie over there.” Dutch begins to raise his gun when i yell, “DUTCH. No.” He was angry, boiling with rage at the man’s words. But he nodded and backed off, lowering the firearm back to his side, but still keeping his finger on the trigger.
I was so distracted, the man punched me, then grabbed another knife and slashed my arm. “Fuck!” I winced in pain. I jumped up and created my distance with him. “What you gonna do, little flower? You scared?” He laughed and taunted at me. I looked him in the eyes and said “Not one bit.” I had the knife in my hand and quickly threw the metal directly through his eye, piercing his skull, before he could even move. I felt a pair of arms pull me close and spin me around. “Oh, darlin’. Your beautiful face.” Dutch had anger and sadness in his eyes. He grabbed his hankercheif and carefully tried to wipe the slash on my cheek. I winced and pulled back quickly. “I’m sorry angel. I’m sorry.” Dutch pulled me close as he ran his thumb across the gash on my lip carefully. He kissed me, getting blood on his lips. He licked it right off. “They’ll pay.” He said. He turned around and commanded the guys to begin searching the train for anything, including the passengers. “You are staying right by me.” Dutch says grabbing me protectively. I shook him off saying, “The hell I ain’t. I gotta job to do, Van der Linde.” I grab the dynamite out of his pocket. “Where are you going with that?” He says after me. *blood in the cut begins* I don’t reply to him I just keep walking waving the dynamite in the air. “Sheyanne.” I turn around and Arthur tosses me my pistol that got knocked out of my hand earlier. I caught it, spun around and began walking away again, twirling the pistol in my hand and then holstering it. I heard a whistle then Arther began to say, “You’ve got a bad one there.” He laughs. “No kidding.” Dutch chuckles after him. I shook my head laughing.
I reach the middle of the train, strapping the dynamite onto the sealed cart door. I walk back a few feet, drawing my pistol, shooting the dynamite, causing the door to perfectly open up. I hop up into the cart and yell “If you’d kindly oblidge, hand over whatever you got on you and you wont get your head blown off.”
“Like I said, a reeeaalll bad one.” Arther said again. Javier pats Dutch on the back, saying “Your lady does a better job at this than you do, boss.”
Dutch scowls at the comment, smacking Javier in the back of the head, “Get your ass in there, son.”
……………….
After our train heist, we headed back to our camp. We were all beat, and I was the one that came out with the most bruises and cuts, like always. “Ain’t nothin but trouble little missy!!! Now come here so I can get you cleaned up, you look awful.” Ms. Grimshaw exclaimed as loud as ever. “But she did a god damn good job.” Dutch says, following suit. “Why did you get this girl involved, Van der Linde?” Ms. Grimshaw grimaced. “I chose to do this, Dutch didn’t do a thing. This is all I’ve got.” I said, wincing as i sat down in mine and Dutch’s tent. “You know I can clean up myself?” I say to Ms.Grimshaw. “Alright, alright. So stubborn,” she exclaims, “tsk, call me if you need me kid.” I nod at her. “Honey…” Dutch kneels down, looking me in the eyes, “do you know how greatful I am? To have you?” He began to remove my hat and my bandana around my neck. “Yes, I do.” I smile at him, as he smiles back. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He grabbed my hand gently, pulling me into his arms. “Ain’t nobody bother us? You hear? Or I’ll have your head.” Dutch yells to everyone in the camp, everyone agreed, some holding their hands up. We walked down to the lake, the moon was out and shining tonight. It was almost perfect. My skin was hot, and damp. I was ready to shed my clothes and dip right into the lake.
We stopped right at the edge of the water. I began removing my blouse, as Dutch ran his rough, calloused hands over my back and down my arms, sending shivers down my spine. It’s been a bit since we’ve been intimate. We have all just been so busy and so tired from all this work we’ve been doing. When we did have the time and energy we would always be rudely inturrupted. *take me to church plays*
I stripped off all of my clothes, and made my way into the water. I turned around as I saw Dutch begin to unbutton his vest, and shedding it. “Wait, the water moccasins.” He says warily. “There ain’t none in here, fool. Just a bunch’a trout.” I giggle. He’s always been afraid of little snakes. He breathed in, hastily taking off his trousers. He slowly waded in the water, making his way to me. “Alone at last.” He whispers into my ear from behind. “Seems so.” I whisper back, but more quite this time. He slowly undid my hair, letting it fall onto my shoulders, brushing it away gently. A moan quitely escaped my lips. “What’s that?” He whispered back into my ear, kissing my neck. I tilted it to the side for him to get better access. I felt his member grow hard into my back. “I gotta get cleaned up.” I say. “We can do that later, baby.” I flipped around, making him jump just a bit. “Scare you?” I slowly traced a wet finger down his stomach, reaching the place he needs my hands the most. I gently rapped my hand around his hard cock, making him moan louder than he should right now. “Oh my god…” He gasped, throwing his head back. I take my hand back, laughing. “Missy.” He says, getting a little red. “Something wrong, my love?” I say innocently batting my eyelashes up at him. He went to grab me, but I threw myself back into the water, quickly swimming away. I slowly came up, only popping my eyes out. He couldn’t find me. “Honey. This isn’t funny.” He tried searching around. “Come get me.” I popped out of the water. “HOW did you get over the so quick?!” He threw his hands up. He slowly began to wade over to me, but I quickly popped back under the water, swimming to the shore. He was in the spot I was just at, but now I’m at the shore. I quickly swim out of the water, throwing on Dutch’s shirt, covering my body. I quickly grabbed all of our clothes, he saw me at the last second and yelled “HEY HEY HEY HEY!!! GET BACK HERE SHEYANNE!” He quickly started swimming to shore. I ran up to the camp quickly. Everyone was eating at the fire. “Hi Sheyanne!”, Tilly said but questioned me with, “Wait where’s Dutch?” “You might wanna close your eyes ya’ll.” All eyes were on me, watching me run into the tent. Everybody was laughing but asking questions. “Where’s Dutch?” I kept hearing. “SHEYANNE!” I heard his voice, he was angry. Next all I hear was howling laughs, and a few loud gasps. He was butt naked. “LOOK AWAY! THIS ISN’T FUNNY YOU GUYS!” He was yelling at them. He quickly ran into the tent, knocking into me. “You!” He points his finger at me, poking me a bit too hard. “OW!” I yell. He laughs, looking away, and pushing back his wet hair. “Sorry.” I say, laughing, and laying on the bed. “Right, right.” He said, he was thinking, pondering on what he should do to me. He blew out the lantern in our tent. “Hey, why’d you do that?” I said sitting up. He says nothing. He began towards me, and then pushing me back, making me gasp. Oh, now I know. It worked. As I wanted it to. Like Dutch always says, “I’ve got a plan. This plan will work this time.”
The moon was out, lighting up the tent. I could see the way Dutch’s already dark eyes turned into a lusty carbon black as he surveyed my naked body within his white dress shirt.
“Oh, how I love to see you like this, ‘darlin.”
He dragged his finger gently down my neck, towards my lower stomach, reaching the place I dangerously need him the most.
“You ain’t gotta tease me like that now baby. C’mon. I’m all yours right now.”
“But you have to pay, angel. You haven’t been very good as of lately. Potentially sabotaging my reputation as the leader of this gang.” He was still stroking little circles around my stomach.
I was aching for him. By the looks of it, he was in desperate need of my attention as well. He leaned in, and gently whispered into my ear
“Tonight, your leader takes the reigns.”