The Red Wolf ~ A Red Dead Redemption story

Chapter 1: Ashmore Manor

Cold, that's all it was feeling. Winter was coming and it was a trouble for them all. For the North Dakota state it was a cold day as Autumn of 1893 had started to end and the winter was coming soon. The various trees along the road were growing sick with frost and the grassy plains were also littered with spots of white around.

Though on a open road a wagon train heading north was on the way towards a new place to live. Though they were really travelling to lay low.

The wagons of the Van Der Linde Gang trotted as all their horses did along the frosty dirt road that was hidden amongst the plains. In the front wagon a middle aged grey haired man was talking to a black haired who was only a few years younger as they lead the wagon train into the Dakota territories. Both were the leaders of the gang.

"I told you we shouldn't have done that Dutch" Said the elder man who looked very annoyed about their current situation.

"We shouldn't have raided that distellery-"

"It was a right call to make Hosea, you said you had no problem with us doing it and now you are?!" He interrupted with a questioned and surprised expression.

"That was before I knew you, Arthur and Bill had destroyed the whiskey tanks" Hosea countered.

"They don't know it was us, besides we got what we wanted...we got the money and we shared it out to the poor" Dutch answered back with full confidence

"Hell we got enough booze to last the winter Hosea!"

Hosea just had enough as he just sighed remembering the good times at that distillery. But still he as always just rightly worried for all of them.

"As noble as it may seem Dutch. The law was almost onto us, and now we're traveling north and its beginning to freeze over"

He shivered as the cold got to him. Dutch seeing this passed a red bottle of bourbon that he stole to Hosea to took his sip. The elder sighed in relief as he gulped it down him. Which seemed to do its trick.

"As soon as Arthur and Davey come back with places we can stay, we'll be fine. I know it!" He exclaimed as Hosea chuckled to himself.

The 2 men continued to banter as their journey amongst the plains continued on. In the wagon the leaders were in were 2 women who were slightly shivering  as they were squashed together with the supplies. One of them was a middle aged woman with her hair tied in a bun with a black dress on and the other was a young girl with brown hair and pale skin with some freckles on her face. She was writing on a notepad as the elder woman sat across from her just scoffed.

"Someday, you'll stop writing that silly nonsense Mary-beth" The older woman called out

"I could argue that some writers made great stories by writing silly nonsense" Marybeth retorted back to her. The elder just scoffed and came back with a rude remark.

"Well that just means they know nothing of the grim crock-shit of the world we live in!"

"With all due respect Miss Grimshaw they write books to give entertainment. Even you know that"

"All I'm saying is there's no more truth in books anymore!" Miss Grimshaw yelled out.

"If its of any interest, Im reading a bit of Jules Verne at the moment. Something called 20,000 thousand leagues under the sea?" Mary-beth asked politely.

"Your gonna be beneath the sea if you keep writing silly stuff in that notebook!" she bellowed out loud.

She simply just rolled her eyes as she had a devilish thought as she wrote down what Susan had said. Even adding a small chuckle to herself. Though this was noticed by Susan who just threw her hands in the air giving up talking to Mary-Beth.