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𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮
' ' The merciless God above gives us reasons for the things we do. And it gave me mine. ' '
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A broken cowboy patrols the dead lands. He locks his love away in a brass locket and packs his wrath in with the bullets of his guns. This is the tale of Constantine, the one man war machine set on killing those who hath brung forth destruction of his life.
Constantine Kraus, a man once brought law lived a beautiful retired life. His wife Sabine Kraus, a German immigrant was a strong and beautiful woman. A woman of sharp wit and amazing personality. He loved her dearly. And she loved him. She gave him a daughter, of whom he also cherished with his life. Her name was Emilia, Sabine had picked that name. She said if she ever had a daughter she would name her Emilia. And she did, and it was perfect.
Prior to Constantine's retirement, he had the longest streak of good luck and an amazing reputation as a sheriff. On many occasions he had fought off robbers and thieves in a little town called Hellfire. The lawless town of scum and dirt.
When he became sheriff he waged a war on the outlaws and came out on top after years of fighting. During those years he made enemies, rivals, friends, and family. He even met Sabine in Hellfire. Constantine can recall the day she arrived on the stagecoach at Hellfire's post office. Her long, curly, beautiful black hair flowed in the wind. Sabine's small fragile hands held his as she spoke in broken English, asking for his help. He couldn't understand a single word she said but he understood what she wanted. She led him a little ways out of town on the dirt roads to a intersection. She tried her best to explain what happened, she said "stolen, bad men, stolen". At least that's what he heard as she pointed toward where her "bad men" went.
And off the sheriff of Hellfire went. He followed the horse tracks to a campsite just a few miles into the woods away from Hellfire and found Sabine's "bad men". A brood of oddfellows and rats, all teeming with heinous laughs of that days bad deeds.
Constantine strolled on in and asked for a word. And he had "politely secured" Sabine's stolen valuables.
At least, that's what he told the Sabine and anyone who asked. What actually happened was something little of a shootout, but that didn't matter. Once he returned with the German woman's items she offered a endless stream of gratitude. Again, Constantine understood little of what she said, only the "thank you, shureff! Danke danke!" she kept repeating. After that he just couldn't help but fall in love with her.
After a fruitful 20 some odd years of keeping the peace in Hellfire he settled down with Sabine. They had Emilia and kept a small farm, kept animals, and Emilia was showing promise of a wonderful career.
A ghost of Constantine's past had come to collect all that Constantine had built.
The criminals that Constantine had put away in his early years had found him. They were angry, and there to exact vengeance on the retired sheriff. They had broken in during the day and destroyed his land, his farm, his home, his Sabine, his Emilia. And they forced him to watch as they exacted their evils.
All they left in their wake was a scorched home and a broken man.
And that would be their mistake.
The most dangerous thing in the world is someone with nothing left to lose.
