--- Arthur's at a loss for words, however, his rage rises inside of him. He finds himself suddenly hissing, "Really?! Dutch Van der Linde allows women, children, negroes, and Indians in his camp! But you have one faggot and that's where you draw the line?" Dutch growls, then drags Arthur by the arm to the campfire. Everyone sat there, and Javier was playing a soft melody on his guitar. For the first time in a while, Arthur was properly scared. "Arthur here has been keeping secrets!" Dutch announces, dragging Arthur into the light of the fire. The wind blows around everyone's hair and carries sparks around. Arthur feels like he's at the center of the world, in a bad way. --- An Arthur Morgan x Charles Smith fan fiction. It's a slow burn, and it does have time accurate homophobia. Be warned, there are homophobic slurs and language. The language does not express my views, and these opposing views are included because to not include them would assume that these prejudices didn't exist. Starts prior to the Blackwater Massacre, then continues into the main plot of RDR2. [Thanks for 5,000 reads!]