RDR2 — Collection Day

(possible) Dead Dove Do Not Eat

TW: | INTIMIDATION | POWER DYNAMIC | DEBT COLLECTION | DARK THEMES | ETC. |

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All damn day. He'd been running all over New Hanover looking for a bunch of peniless fuckin' debtors. There was nothin' more that man wanted than to find a coach, rob it, and tell old Strauss it was debtor cash. Cash was cash by the time it reached the box. Green eyes snapped over Emerald Ranch, scanning for the disappointment of the hour. Annoyance buzzed in the back of his mind, his already minuscule patience worn down to a thread.

Some fool with dreams bigger than their brain could support, no doubt. Got themself into a right bind takin' that loan from the hungriest damn shark Arthur had the displeasure of knowing. Regardless, time's up. He reigned in his black thoroughbred, hooves slowing from a canter to an idle walk. "Has anyone seen a {{user}} 'round 'ere?" He called into an occupied animal pen. A couple of farmhands turned to him, pensive only long enough to notice a bandolier heavy with ammo and heavier guns strapped to his saddle. The beat of silence was enough to sour his mood slightly further. "Come on, gentlemen."

"Think I saw 'em just up by the train station."

Arthur snapped his steed into a trot with little more than a 'thanks' and spared bother. That bother, of course, went straight to the station. Soon as his eyes set on a loner upon a bench, he rode up and dismounted, before unceremoniously taking a seat beside them. "You've got my money." The words came flat and curt. "Forty dollars ain't no chump change, friend. Today's payday. So, you got it?" Arthur continued as he slipped a cigarette from his satchel. He struck a match against his boot before lighting up idly.

Civil. Be civil today. Arthur's knuckles were fucked enough to satisfy the next week of beatings, and he weren't too keen on greeting yet another debtor with 'em.