Cowboy Years // Red Dead Redemption: 2 Fanfic

The Beginning: 1

The train stuttered to a closing stop as the wheels kicked up bits of hot metal that burned out as raindrops dripped from the sky.

 A rickety wooden door on one of the cars inched open as a set of eyes poked out onto the haze, the steel giant had stopped in front of a station that would haul animals to livestock towns. 

The eyes turned into a girl as she jumped from the rotten wood to the solid ground and ducked behind one of the animal fences. 

She gazed around, everything was so foggy and the rain was too hard to set foot into. 

As the rain flooded into the storm drains she had an idea, and lifted a small crowbar from her backpack, one of the sides was bent into a slant and popped the head of the storm drain open and carefully slid down the ladder. 

Before hitting the bottom filled with nothing but mush, she quickly popped her shoes off and placed them into her backpack, and set foot in the dismay of rainwater and who knows what else.

She waded through the dirty water for a long time before hitting a blockade in front of her. 

There were chunks of concrete in the way of the tunnel entrance, so she looked around for a way out. 

She broke off chunks of the crumbling concrete that plopped into the water as she climbed out squeezing her way through the small gateway she dug, full of muck and soaked in the water she climbed out of the broken storm drain gate and outside again, this time the sun started to come up.

The girl's stomach growled with hunger as she looked out at the forest laying in front of her, the rain seemed to stop whilst she was inside the storm drain.

 She started into the forest, hoping to hit some sort of town or train where she could lay low for a while before picking up and moving on again. 

The moist crunches of the leaves were all she could hear, being so far east she didn't see much open roaming land to be in. 

Eventually, after some good hours, she stopped at a decent-sized town and ran into one of the shops looking for work.

"Hello sir, do you have work?"

Broken words were anything she barely knew, a few sentences like 'can I have food' or 'can I have money ' or anything else worth knowing.

"Yes.. but what is a young lass like yerself looking for work? Where is your mother?" The clerk said leaning over the counter to look at the girl

A young girl, maybe 9 or 10, blackish-brown hair, skin full of scratches, bruises, and freckles. Wore a dirty white shirt, dirty patched-up shorts, a soaking wet-sewn backpack almost falling apart. And a pair of small black boots covered in mud stood in front of the clerk

"Work?"

One of the few words she could select from and all she could say.

The clerk sighed and pointed to boxes filled with beers and other liquors.

"You could bring those to the saloon.. as well as some other deliveries if you're up for it"

The girl nodded slightly..., as the clerk got a small red wagon from in the back and stacked the liquor containers on top. 

The girl heaved the wagon down the steps and out into the rock-lined streets. She dragged the wagon through the dirt up to the saloon. 

As usual, there were smashed glass bottles out on the stairs, chunks of window panes, and a few people who got kicked out sleeping on the deck. She heaved the wagon up the stairs and into the doors of the saloon, everyone's eyes stared at her, and then at what was in her wagon.

"THE DRINKS ARE HERE BOYSSS!" 

One of the men said that was sitting at the bar, bottle already in hand. 

A few more chimed in like they haven't tasted alcohol in decades and gathered around her. The bartender waded through the crowd of half-minded lads and lasses to the girl and signaled to go to the bar. 

She walked around to the bar and watched as people pay a few dollars a bottle and not the usual cent. The bartender eventually came around to see the girl again, he had a hefty stack of bills in hand.

"I told them it was a special guarma rum designed to keep you healthy and have fun, it was also a lie," 

The bartender said counting the bills, then spitting the money and handing her a half. 

"So what are you doing here pal? You don't seem like the regular delivery girl, but then again I don't seem like the average bartender either" 

He pocketed his money and watched as the girl didn't answer. 

"Do you know how to talk?"

 She thought for a moment but shook her head no. 

''Know I'll... how to hear but not know how to speak?"

He laughed slightly before quickly stopping.

''Really? You cant talk, huh. I'm guessing you don't know many words either. hm.. you don't seem like you're from around here, why don't... you come with me? I have a place you can stay .''

 She thought for a moment, and looked up at him and nodded yes.

 He went around the bar to the backdoor and opened it. 

"You coming?" His hand signaled out the door.

She followed him to a horse which he mounted and reached out his hand out to her, which she grabbed and he pulled her up. 

He pulled out a gun and pointed it out. 

"Know how to use one?" He aimed it and pretended to shoot it to show her the simplest of basics and then handed her it, confused, she held it with her hands pointed outwards.

He unhitched the horse and started, people all around started yelling and men in blue coats with whistles started chasing them. 

"Really? Cmon' how could they know that fast?" 

he said making the horse go faster and faster

"THAT IS PRIVATE PROPERTY OF THE SHERIFF OF REDBANK!!" 

One of the men yelled, shooting bullets into the sky. "IT'S STILL A HORSE!" 

He yelled back, getting faster and faster

The girl got so spooked by the bullets flying past her that she accidentally shot the horse they were riding, straight into the back of its head.