Red Dead Reborn

xiv) On The Road Again

May 13th, 1899

'A train robbery. Dutch might just be losing his goddamn mind. A train robbery - a job originally scoped out by Colm O'Driscoll - a few days after escaping the law after massacring the town of Blackwater?

'The snow has not been kind to us these past couple of days either. Uncle John was brought back just last night off a mountain after being attacked by wolves. Guess he's got a fancy scar to remember this place. Although I don't reckon Uncle Arthur is all too pleased with having John back. Especially after their last big fight last year before John ran off to rethink things.

'Dad says the snow let up just this morning when the others intended to leave to rob that train filled with bonds. For once, I don't really care about the money. I just want to get Mary-Beth off this damn mountain, and along with everyone else...

'Maybe Micah could be left behind.

'I truly despise that man - if he is even worthy of being called one - after I overheard him being very unkind and prejudiced against Lenny and Javier. Makes me wonder if Micah is just out for himself, or if he only wants the strongest to stay with the gang.'

It had been a long time since Danny scribbled in the journal Annabelle purchased for him so many years ago.

After waking up early yet again, Danny had nothing better to do. So he did something sensible and wrote in the journal to get his thoughts and feelings out.

Nobody else didn't wake up until it was a quarter to seven in the morning.

It was almost natural instinct that Abigail woke up as early as she could to look after John. After all, he was led to believe that he was Jack's father, which was the sole reason for him running away for an entire year.

"What are you writing?" A nosy Mary-Beth asked.

Danny was caught off guard when he was acknowledged by Mary-Beth. She appeared rather cosy, given that she was seated next to the grieving Sadie Adler whose sobbing never stopped for one minute.

He shot a little smile her way to reassure her that Danny was finished writing out his thoughts.

"Just scribing down history." Danny replied concisely. "How are you doing, Mrs Adler?"

The buttery-blonde woman sniffled twice and struggled to look at the boy a couple years younger than she.

"F-F-Fine..." Mrs Adler spoke hoarsely. All the crying she'd been doing had strained her vocal cords so much after being traumatised by her husband's murder.

Danny nodded his head slowly, clearly unsatisfied by her response but he refused to push for a straight answer. The woman was still grieving and the best he and the women could do was comfort her and attempt to whisper words of encouragement and promise of revenge.

"Hungry, Mrs Adler?"

She sobbed at a softer octave but was barely able to get a proper word out. Mrs Adler clung tightly on the fabric of the cloak wrapped around her aberrant form. Her posture was bent so forward that it was not healthy to witness, yet she felt all too comfortable.

"I'll see if Mr Pearson has any food to share." Danny informed the women before getting up to depart from the room briefly.

As soon as Danny stepped foot outside of the house, instead of being harassed by the storm, he was kindly greeted by the sunrays touching his face.

It was a remarkable change, given the circumstances of their presence in the mountains was now dispersed, permitting all to enter and leave the mountains without issues. The snow was shallow to walk though now that the sun was out and the snow was no longer piling up a hundred feet by the second.