Robert Reznov is a Englishman with deceiving intentions. A conman, killer, thief and part time bounty hunter. He fights alone like a lone wolf since the age of 11. But he more commonly known as the Red Wolf Outlaw. Though he has a heart of gold and...
The trees around Devils lake was littered with snow. A massive snowstorm had come again the previous night making it hard to get across the area and traversing the lake itself. The massive body of water had frozen over with tons of snow on it. One could be confused if they travel on the lake due to the depth of the ice and if one person fell in, it would be instant death of hypothermia or drowning.
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Though it seemed to one rider was feeling lucky as he rode on the banks of the lake. He was smoking a cigarette as he trotted along, just doing his best to ignore the bounty he had on the back of his horse.
"I was just having fun! That's not warranted a crime!" Neil Dragoon yelled as he was handcuffed and legs tied on horseback on Gold Tiger.
The Red Wolf had been long busy bounty hunting for the last 2 days. He had gone after Neil Dragoon a 35 year old Caucasian man with a long history of being a trapper and a poacher. But now it seemed he had stretched into rustling as he was being brought in for it.
Neil had given no chase as he was found near a fishing cabin near Minnewaulken with some stolen sheep that he had rustled for himself. Stolen from farmers from across the county and some from the Spirit Lake and Fort Berthold Reservations.
One would wonder though. He had around 40 sheep on the barn next to the cabin and yet none of them had been sold or killed already.
"Am I to believe the farmers who've complained about their sheep being stolen to taken as a joke?" Red Wolf scoffed as he wondered why the man wasn't denying the crime. He puffed smoke out of his cigarette as he focused onto the road ahead. He tugged Gold Tiger to go onto the road as his destination was south of his location. Jamestown.
Though it unfortionelty wasn't gonna be a pleasant ride with Neil boasting on the sheep he had stolen and wasn't lying or denying his theft. He went on about how he had loved sheep when he was a little boy and how he always thought in his right that he had to be the saviour for the lamb and had spent a career in hording sheep.
Red Wolf wasn't listening as he was thinking about a good night he was gonna have with Jessica. But much to his dismay those good thought's were interrupted when Dragoon said this.
"I have a sheep back home, she loves it when I come round on her. She loves it when I release my seed from the fellow in my pants."
Wait....what?!
Red Wolf double take as he looked back onto his bounty in full detest. Of all the things this man did. Nothing was gonna top whatever disgusting and utter vile act of this. No forgiveness was ever gonna be said to the man now, he deserved the noose for this. A literal sheep-fucker was on his horse and right behind him.
"You mean... oh your vile!!! I've met disgusting people in my time but you've taken the shitting biscuit!" The Red Wolf seethed with his Scouse English accent coming out more present. Neil was now looking like he said too much as his face was in fear and scared of the horse rider.
