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There was a taste to the breathlessness of it all; the rush in his blood, the fire in his lungs.
When things went wrong that breathlessness turned suffocating, but there is none of that tonight— just gold in his saddlebags and Boadicea moving fast underneath him and John’s eyes locked on him like he can’t look away. Arthur meets his gaze, both of them smiling. Wind in their faces, adrenaline in their veins, hearts beating hard behind their ribs.
The law is so far behind them they’ll never catch up, and even if they did their camp is buried so deep in the trees they’d pass right by without even noticing. Someone lets out a loud whoop, and someone else laughs, loud and joyous. Dutch is shouting something over the sound of hoofbeats and the roaring in Arthur’s ears, but he can’t make out the words.
There’s gold in his saddlebags and victory in his mouth and John… John is watching him. Waiting.
He won’t have to wait long.