Red Dead Redemption: The Legacy [Rewrite]

[21]

A few years later

"Rose! Rose, where are you?" I call the red headed little girl. I walk out into a fenced yard. There was a large garden to the left and many horses to the right. I walk over to the horses to find Rose running from Goliath who was chasing her, both had smiles on their faces.

An 11 year old Elisa sat reading under a tree. Her attention was taken from the book to a certain black haired boy's laugh. She looks towards his laugh. He was running around, the blue roan chasing him playfully. His smile was genuine and big. Like he would be happy forever.

"Auntie! Is lunch ready yet?" She asks as she hops on the fence. I shake my head. "Not yet. Auntie Molly and Grandma Grimshaw are still working on it," She stares at me with her radiant blue eyes. "Have you visited him yet?" She asks. I laugh slightly as I leaned against the fence. "Not yet," I stared into her eyes. They reminded me of my little brother so much that sometimes it was hard to look away from them. "What are you scared of?" She asks. "Me? Scared?" I scoff. "Auntie..." I sighed. "I've been searching for them for years and not a word. I can't seem to find them and I feel like if I go now... I'm..." "Don't you dare say it," She states, glaring at me. I chuckle, ruffling her curly hair. "I won't say it. But.. it is how I feel. So, now.. I'm heading to Blackwater to see if I can find some bounty work," She nods. "When you get back, can we do some knife training? I wanna be just as good as you!" I laugh, kissing he top of the 12 year old's head. "Of course, Kid. I got you. Be nice for Grandma Grimshaw and Auntie Molly," She nods happily. Miss Grimshaw walks out onto the porch. "Will you behave if I go?" I ask. She nods. "I will behave. I know it wasn't her," I stare at the older woman. "I'm glad. I'll see you in a few days," She nods. "Be safe, dear!"

After dropping off a bounty at the Blackwater jail, I started walking down to the sidewalk to the store, a black and white Missouri Foxtrotter following me. As I pass the bank, I run into a rugged man. "I'm sorry," The man says. I was ready to cuss out the man until I saw the scar on his face. "John?" I question. He looks at me. "Oh, my god. Little Morgan?" I look around us. "It's Elisa now. Only Morgan here nowadays," He nods. "Of course, sorry. What have you been up to? I hadn't heard from you for a while. "It's been a tough few years. We finally found a place to live permanently, but..." "But?" "We could only pay half the land. I'm trying to get more money to buy up the rest of the land so we don't have neighbors," He chuckles. "Wow. You gone straight?" I laugh. "Don't be foolish John. As long as Micah and Dutch are out there... there's no going straight," He nods. "I'm trying to go straight. I'm actually going to get a place for me and Abigail and the boy. I'm gunna go check it out now," I give him a smile. "That's great. Where at?" He exhales. "An old ranch called Beecher's Hope. Banker said I might have some rowdy neighbors and I dont–" "Beecher's Hope...? You're going to... buy the other half of Beecher's Hope?" I question. "How did you know..." We stand there looking at each other. "You live at Beecher's?" I nod. "Well, I guess I should stop saving money," "W- look... isn't it better to have us as neighbors than some white picket fenced in people who flinch at every loud sound?" John states. I sigh deeply. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Well... come on. Let me show you around,"

As we rode there, John and I started talking. "The banker said something about squatters?" John inquires. "Yeah. Skinner Brothers. I tell ya, worse than them Murphy boys. They don't come on our half because of my reputation but–" "Reputation?" I nod. "I'm an infamous bounty hunter," "Sounds like a straight job," John states. I laugh. "Trust me, it's not,"

After getting rid of some unwanted Skinner Brothers, I rode with John back to the bank and waited outside. As soon as John walked out a grumbling voice reached our ears. "It is you! I thought both of you were dead!" I smile at the old man as John groaned. "Well, well, Uncle! How are ya?" Uncle and I hugged. "I saw Johnboy here, go into the bank and by the looks of things you ain't robbed it," Uncle states. "I've gone straight," John says in defense. "Oh, bullcrap," "It's true Uncle. Dear ole John has gone white picket fence. For Abigail and Jackboy," Uncle chuckles. "All these years, you ain't changed a bit. Well... a little bit maybe. Thought both of youse was dead," I shrug. "Not yet anyway," Uncle places a hand on my shoulder. "I'm real sorry about your father," He states. "Uncle, I love ya. But please. Let's not talk about the father that Micah and Dutch took from you, alright?" He nods. "Sorry." "Well... we got some things we gotta do.." John walked to his horse. "Don't worry. I'll come too," "No. You don't need to," John states. "Come on, John. I'm real sick. Lumbago. A very painful death," I raise a brow at Uncle. "Evidently," "Oh, come on," John looks at me and sighs. "Come on, then,"