A Red Dead Redemption story.
A seasoned bounty hunter, you've buried your past beneath the weight of your work. But a brush with the notorious Van der Linde gang unravels everything. Amid bullets and bloodshed, you discover love and a sense of belon...
Cicadas and crickets chirped in the hazy night air, purple summer sky faded to black. The moon rising slowly whilst stars flickered and danced around it.
Horses safely in their stables for another night, you went to see what was being set up for dinner.
A plume of thick, orange dust from the tundra had been kicked up compromising your vision.
Realisation turned to horror; as you witnessed a Sawed-off shot gun pressed into your fathers temple.
"I told y' not to mess with us, Mr (y/n), otherwise it would be bad news for you n' ya family." The man, who had your father in a chokehold, snarled in his ear.
You darted behind a few wooden crates, keeping low. If they found you, you'd be used to their advantage or dead. Unsure which was worse, you crept inside the back door of the ranch, where your mother took cover behind the dinner table, a firm grip on a Carbine Repeater.
She wouldn't go without a fight, desperately waiting for the perfect moment to protect her husband.
"Listen (y/n), if this doesn't go to plan," she started, tears pooled in your eyes, "c'mon darling, concentrate." She needed you to hear her.
"I need you to run as fast as you can and do not look back, y' hear?" Her eyes looked dead in to yours. "You take Onyx, the younger foal, she's fast and strong, and you get the hell outta here, y' understand?" You nervously nodded your head in agreement.
Your father was a moonshine trader working on behalf of Jose Costello, a semi-retired oil merchant living in Rio Bravo, who took an interest in the production of alcohol to satisfy his greed.
You'd practiced what to do in the event of a trade agreement ever going sour, but did not intend to use it.
A gunshot echoed with a loud bang outside the wooden door to the ranch. "Now! Run! I love you, (y/n)." Your mother pressed her lips on your forehead with force.
Pulling yourself away, you darted out of the back porch door, towards the stables.
Gunshots and screams clouded the air, you threw a saddle on to Onyx, hoisted yourself on to her back and made off towards Tall Tree's.
•
Startled by the sound of the continuous gunshots from your dream, you bolted up out of bed.
Peering out of the window, half of Strawberry was in combat. "What the heck is going on?!" You growled to yourself.
Quickly pulling on your clothes, you stood out on the balcony of the hotel room you had been bunkering down in for the past two nights.
Taking cover to avoid advantageous bullets, you noticed the Sheriff's office basement jail cell reduced to nothing but bricks and rubble.
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