Red Dead Reborn

xi) Downfall

January 7th, 1899

"Is everything ready?"

A collective murmur of nods and guns cocking gave Dutch Van der Linde the impression that he and his able-bodied crew of outlaws.

They were about to rob a Blackwater ferry believed to host a hundred and fifty thousand dollars.

Originally, Hosea Matthews and Arthur Morgan had acquired a concrete heist to give them sufficient camp funds but their great leader, Dutch Van der Linde, was swayed by the little devil on his shoulder. A devil under the alias of Micah Bell was the man responsible.

The outlaws listened closely to what Dutch had to say before he acquired the company of some of his strongest fighters with him to commit to the ferry job robbery.

With Dutch, he had Javier Escuella, Karen Jones, Micah Bell, Charles Smith, Mac Callander and Sean MacGuire; all of whom were devoted and without remorse or fear for being in such a public place.

A large ferry set in port at the dock of Blackwater. Many people were gathered to form a crowd - evidently creating a shield for the outlaws to conceal their faces better than the rifles on their person.

An issue was present: the sheriff's office was just across the road from the ferry, so there had to be a predetermined solution to the predicament. To resolve that issue, Dutch had instructed Jenny Kirk, John Marston and Bill Williamson to intercept the lawmen.

Davey Callander and Danny Matthews were stationed on a rooftop down the road from the ferry with a Carbine Rifle in their care, bestowed the duty to watch over their closest friends.

"Now... you remember how to hit a target from a longer range?" Davey gruffly asked as he puffed on a cigarette while he and Danny sat by, hiding from sight while they waited for their friends to collect the hundred and fifty thousand dollars claimed to be on board the ferry.

"Of course." Danny nodded confidently. "The further they are, the higher you aim. But don't aim at their heads unless you got yourself a sniper rifle."

Davey chuckled to himself. "Nice one, kid. Alright. Let's see how the others are getting along."

Peering through a magnifying glass on his person, Davey looked at the lawmen inside the office where he noticed some gang members passively persuading them to turn a blind eye to the ferry that just entered port before looking across at the ferry itself where he noticed figures pass by the windows; silhouettes indistinguishable, even by shape, as the lawmen remained oblivious to what was going on inside.

"How's it look, Uncle Davey? Can I see?" Danny whispered.

"Well... seems good so far." Davey mumbled as he took a small puff from his cigarette.

Danny watched from the rooftop his friends make a quick move on the ferry.

The churning feeling in his stomach didn't go away. So Danny observed the streets for any potential danger.

Unfortunately, he was right.

Multiple figures slipped past his sight between alley exits where it appeared that law-abiding citizens had caught on to what was happening and took it upon themselves to prevent the gang from making off with their money. But what Danny failed to comprehend was the fact that those law-abiding citizens all carried the exact same gold and silver badge on their coats and jackets.

"Umm... U-Uncle Davey? You oughta look at this. Look there, passing the general store."

Alerted by the warning, Davey heeded it and whipped his head in the direction Danny was pointing at and spotted something he feared: lawmen.