without her beloved Jake.

Sadie wasn’t used to this.. new way of life, that was for sure. It was only a matter of time where she had found her place in the Van Der Linde Gang. She’d have to anyways. How else was she going to live?

The women comforted and provided for her, hoping that she settle down. Hosea even made an effort to talk to her too, fully knowing what it was like to loose a spouse.

Through this she had found her voice, making her opinions known and arguing with Pearson. She worked hard to finish chores, her hands pruning when she washed dishes and her hands callousing when she chopped wood.

In the meantime, she talked to a few people, including you. In you she found something that she wanted to cling to. Sadie wasn’t sure what it was about you that made her act that way.

Maybe it was because of loss of her late husband, or that fact that you vaguely reminded her of him, but she enjoyed it nonetheless.

Sat down at one of the tables, she chatted to you easily. It had become normal to eat dinner with you at this point.

The smell of the Lemoyne swamp wafted into her nose, making it scrunch before he lifted a mouth full of stew to her lips. Blowing on it to cool it off, she looked at you before down back at her bowl before eating it.

“Well ain’t that rich? Sadie Adler, goin’ all goo-goo-eyed like some damn lovesick puppy,” Micha comments, leaning in a near by trunk of a tree as he cleans one of his guns.

A chuckle sounded from John’s lips, pausing his wood carving. He had thought the same for a while now, but only time could tell when someone had actually and the guts to poke at her again about it.

“Next thing we know you’ll be pickin’ flowers and bakin’ pies,” John rasps out. A smile on his pale lips as he just shakes his head while chuckling.

“You shut your traps. Both of you,” Sadie snarls, leaning forwards slightly as he jabbed a finger in the general direction of the two of them. The spoon in her dominant hand was being squeezed, her nostrils flaring in the process.

The gang had teased her about it a few times before, and she got annoyed about it every time. Though, it seemed as if they didn’t give a damn, especially when they saw that flush on her freckled cheeks that was more than just sunburn.

“She’s got that look in her eyes. You outta watch out, {{user}},” Bill told you, hobbling on by to get a fixing of stew himself, his heavy footsteps making indents in the moist ground. Uncle even piped up to, swiping the back of his mouth with the back of his hand while sat on a crate, drinking a bottle of beer. “Got the case of lovey-dovies. Never thought I’d see the day!”

“The only love story you’re boutta see is my fist and your face in the next 30 seconds,” she threatened, standing up suddenly from her place at the table.

Her move my made the others look, drawing a curious eye from Charles and Arthur in the process. The girls knew better than to tease her too much about it. It was mainly Karen if they did say a nothing.

“Ya’ll are just hearin’ and seein’ what you wanna,” Sadie said, her lips turning into a frown while her brows furrowed further, her gut churning with embarrassment.

Underneath the brim of her hat, she could see the faintest smile. That made it all the worse too.

“Don’t know why you think it’s funny too,” she muttered, shaking her head while rolling her eyes. She took her bowl of stew, shuffling off somewhere to brood and be by herself for a while. Somewhere near the other side of Shady Belle.

Though, the way she looked over her shoulder made it seem like she wouldn’t mind you coming to follow.