Chapter 63: Anglo-Russian Venom

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12th October 1894

"There! The trail ends here." Arthur called out as he saw horse marks along the plains heading towards an old mining shed. It was hidden within some trees as the shed seemed to be camouflaged with boulders scattered around. The sun shone brightly being at midday.

It had been quite a long time to travel, Arthur went and retrieved Allison from Jamestown to leave. But when he brought her back to camp, Mary-Beth explained what had happened. Because of that, they had to pack up camp and rush out. And now all three of them with Copper and the horses were tracking down Robert to find out what he had done. They had an idea of it when they found dead O'Driscolls littered around the woods near the abandoned gold mine. Then they travelled west in an hours journey towards an old gold mining shed. That was big enough to be a barn of it's own.

The horses all came to a stop as they were outside it. "He stopped here, but why?" Mary-Beth asked as she dismounted Old Girl. Arthur did the same as he pulled his revolver out ready for anything as Copper tracked Gold Tiger's scent and horse marks. Though he came to a stop by the wall where a hitching post was.

Mary-Beth was still hurt by what Robert said earlier. Even though he was in a hurricane of emotions when seeing his pregnant girlfriend dying in his arms, it felt like she knew the young man within him. He wanted to prove he was better, because of all the things that had happened in his younger years. She understood why he was going through with it, but still, his pride wouldn't allow it. But it seemed that, Robert had just forgotten that it was pride in him that got Oscar killed. Or if he hadn't forgotten, it seemed that revenge was the priority towards the O'Driscolls. And knowing him from their last conversation, he was gonna kill every last one of them to the ends of the Earth.

She was just about to walk into the shed, when all of a sudden.

"AAAAHHHH!" Allison then screamed in horror. Arthur ran around only to see a dead body, a dead body in a bush with flies flying around. The sight was sickening as blood was smeared over his neck in a long deep cut. Along with many bruises and broken bones on his face and hands.

"Mary-Beth there's a dead body here, don't look at it." Arthur commanded as he sighed.

"Too late....Excuse me!" Mary-Beth cried out as she vomited onto a tree as she saw the body. Allison did the same before she and Mary-Beth composed themselves and walking away from the puke.

"Is that a piano wire? He was hanged with that? No that I'm saying he didn't deserve it...but that's brutal." Allison commented as she cleaned some of the puke of her lips.

"He's an O'Driscoll...Robert didn't kill him right away, his body's slightly warmer than the others. He wanted answers." Arthur answered pulling the wire from the throat, seeing the blood being rich burgundy red with some muscle showing out. "Let's get inside ladies."

Arthur opened the door slightly showing his gun around. But no-one was inside, seeing it was safe he ushered the girls and Copper inside. Inside was a large room that housed a desk with an old chair, there was some blood in the corner. Some large bottles were on the desk leaving a sharp smell. Crates were littered around being open with pieces of paper inside and some oil. An ammunition crate was there as well, though no bullets remained inside.

"Huh, was there a wagon in here?" Allison asked as she looked at the tracks that lead to the big barn door that lead out to the open.

"If there was it left just an couple hours ago." Arthur said as he got onto his knees and felt the grooves of the wheels.

"Arthur...there's instructions on here. On...constructing a prototype maxim gun? Is that like a Gatling gun?" Mary-Beth asked as she was at the desk holding an instructions manual with a picture of a large machine gun. Strange to find such a weapon and equipment in an old abandoned mining shed. Unless it was hidden for a reason.

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