Chapter 1.

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"Gather around, Ladies and Gentlemen, for this day another low-life gets to be punished!"

The crowd cheered, thirsty to see the life of a poor soul be mercilessly taken. Jack lifted his eyes towards the angry crowd and grinned. 'Bastards, they don't thank me enough for what my father did for them... What I did for them...'. The lawman, confused at the fact that this low-life is happy on this situation, asks him, "What's so funny, ya dumb hillbilly?" Jack just looks at the man, still grinning, "Nothin', you just look dumb, ya inbred piece of shit." The lawman gave him an ugly look and ignored his comment.

"Today, justice will be made! John "Jack" Marston Junior, you are sentenced to death by public hanging for the crimes you've commited, such as the murder of our beloved hero, Edgar Ross! This does not end here, this man also killed a total of 32 law agents, all of which had families to feed! But justice arrived, and this monster of a man will be punished!-" The officer got interrupted by Jack laughing once again, an irritated look grew on the face of the officer. "Christ, just hurry up and kill this bastard already!" He yelled at the other lawman, who nodded quickly and got ready. With the noose on his neck, people cheering for his death, Jack just didn't seem bothered by it. Only thing that did bother him though, was them goddamn lawmen. "Why in such a hurry, your mother's waiting for ya to fuck her?" Jack teased, but before he could reply, he saw the butt of a rifle coming at him. Next thing he knows, is that he's passed out.

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"This place is too open, it's gonna be impossible to defend it..." Said Arthur, scouting a place Micah suggested for a new camp. "Let's search for another place, then. We can't stay here, pinkertons will catch us easily." Charles agreed. "I heard of a place near Rhodes, Clemens point I think it was the name?" He suggested. Arthur nodded and told him to lead the way.

They were talking about the stuff that happened with Cornwall's men and such, and somehow ended up talking about John. "So, you took Jack fishing?" Charles asked. "Yeah, he's a good kid. His father though, could do something else apart from yelling at his wife that the child ain't his. That good for nothing... He'll never realize what he's got until it's too late. Poor kid.".

They continued the road, and agreed they would go hunting together some time later. As they were talking, Charles suddenly stopped. "What's-" "Shh, I hear someone." As Charles whispered that, he heard someone yelling and cursing at something, they weren't sure at what exactly he was saying, but the man sounded pissed. "Let's go take a look, I guess." Arthur said, but he knew that he had to be careful, as the man might be armed.

As they both approached the man, they started to understand better what he was saying. "FUCK! WHERE THE HELL AM I! GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!". Charles looked at Arthur with a concerned look, a look that said 'We should help him'... Arthur nodded and the got even closer, but he then saw the man and halted his horse. "Christ alive... John, is that you?" The man jolted upon hearing the voice, and Arthur had a better view of his face. He seemed young, and was an exact copy of John, but he had a scar that cut his mustache. John Marston? With a goatee? What's going on? He also saw that this copy of John, was bleeding.

The man looked up at both, with a surprised face. "Do I know you?" He asked. "You look like John. Answer us first." Charles spoke. "Name's Jack, not John. Who the hell are you, anyways... I felt like I've seen you before." The man, Jack, asked. "Doesn't matter. Why are you bleeding, what happened?" Charles was curious. "And why do you care, if I die bleeding out it would be way better than facing those goddamn lawmen." "Look, kid. We're trying to help you, damn it! If you're just gonna be an asshole to us then I guess it IS better that we leave you here, bleeding out. We have bussiness to do!" Arthur snapped, not liking Jack's attitude.

Jack frowned, "Fine. But you won't turn me in, will you?" He asked. "That depends, kid. Now, what happened to you?" Arthur replied with a light joke, but Jack didn't seem to find it funny. "I don't know, damn it. I was gonna get hanged in public over in Blackwater, but I was having fun taunting them officers. They didn't like that so they knocked me out, and I wake up here in the middle of fucking nowhere! 'Today 11 of August of 1914, Jack Marst-'" "1914?" Jack was trying to mock the lawman but was cut off both by Charles and Arthur. "Yeah, that's the year we're in. How long have I been here?"

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"Kid, we're in July 12th, 1899."

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