The Red Wolf ~ A Red Dead Redemption story

Epilogue: Blackwater

April 1899, West Elizabeth.

The sun shined brightly over the yellow grassy plains of West Elizabeth. A state that was the border of the wilderness and civilization. Though it was quite an eventful time to be alive, for anyone living in the west of America. As progress continues with the might of the industrial revolution, new laws had become enacted that had finally reached the untamed wild west. For it was losing it's wildness, it's identity. The idea of finding paradise in unclaimed land was now a fantasy than reality. Blackwater was the capital of West Elizabeth and was culturally developing too much for outlaws, cowboys, thieves for they were being systematically dying out...only a few gangs survive till the next century...but even they are being hunted...

Hooves of horses planted onto the road heading right into Blackwater after coming out of Tall Tress with men tied up at the back of them. Both Gold Tiger and Boadicea pounded the road with their riders tired after hunting together from a bounty hunt for 2 men. They were older but had neither lost their sprinting spirit as they dashed on the dusty road. Though both wearing their gunslinger attire and Red Wolf clothing respectively.

"Why exactly did I agree to this? When you shoot first and talk later?" Arthur scoffed as he looked at Robert. 

"In case you realise, their faces are on the posters and shooting them in the legs stops them from running. It was the logical thing to do. *chuckles* And what better way to spend time with me, than to indulge in my profession." Robert chuckled as he looked at both bounties that they had hogtied and cuffed on horseback.

"Well your "professions" always seem to be quite exaggerating than you let on." Arthur retorted as he did the same.

"My goddamn leg! I'm bleeding! Do you have any idea who your dealing live! I am Brian Lewison! and your a dead man! Dead!" Arthur's bounty yelled out as he tried to free himself but couldn't.

"Quiet buddy!" Arthur ordered as he smacked his bounty hard, shutting him up.

Then Robert's bounty started blubbing up as he saw Blackwater getting closer and closer. "I don't! Please mister! I...I...I have a wife and chi-"

"Shut up!...You should've had them in mind before you robbed the bank in Armadillo....if they even exist." Robert retorted back.

"You are a proper bastard!" The outlaw roared out. "One day you will remember this! When I-"

SMACK!

"Already forgotten." Robert said as that final hit had knocked his bounty out cold as the pair were still riding towards Blackwater, as he saw it he just sighed knowing the job was nearly done. For doing bounty hunting work was his main income within the gang, and he'd sometimes ask others to join him for company if he wanted. Though either way he was still an outlaw who'd join other jobs and robberies if he was asked by Dutch or Hosea or anyone else.

It had been 5 years, 5 long years. Since he had joined the Van Der Linde gang. Things had certainly changed over the years. But he seemed a lot more comfortable in the gang and the people that were in it. He still wore his clothing from when he first joined, or rather he just bought replacement coats, vests, pants and shirts that was exactly the same. He still liked his attire even after all that time. Though the one thing he never replaced was his hat for obvious reasons.

He still bore a moustache on him and his hair was still short. But now he seemed to look more his age, being 24 and nearly 25. The women in camp always remarked that his face had grown more handsome as he got older, despite his permanent injuries. His missing ear wound was still visible but had been healed over and the red scars were fading away. Though he had another scar, not as visible at the top of his forehead on his hairline, it was covered up from his hat. But it was the only permanent mark he had from his fight with Peterson nearly 5 years ago. A scarring memory indeed.