Red Dead Reborn

xvi) Handover Hangover

May 14th, 1899

"... nny. Danny! Danny, wake up!" A voice echoed in Danny's head.

The hangover he got was immeasurably painful on account of how little Danny drank.

Danny groaned achingly.

"Oh, dear... What a mess you are." Miss Grimshaw frowned.

"What, the hell...?" Danny grumbled as he opened his eyes and observed his surroundings. "Ohhh... what happened? Christ... my head. Where's Lenny?"

Miss Grimshaw pointed at Lenny's sleeping area.

"Sleeping it off. You boys stirred quite the trouble last night. Mr Morgan found you both this morning when he was supposed to go see some of the boys in town."

He was handed a cup of coffee to help wake him up and fight the hangover.

As if his morning couldn't get any worse, an ill-mannered person stormed over to Danny and used an excited and unfriendly tone at him.

"Mr Matthews. Y'got my pocket mirror yet?"

To his defence, Miss Grimshaw scolded the Irishwoman for being a loud, belligerent, egocentric princess.

While the two women argued back and forth with each other, Danny drank the coffee until the cup was empty. By then, the two women had left Danny be, sparing him from any prolonged torture. Already, his headache had been relieved to the point it was almost completely gone. Danny got up and fetched himself a bowl of Mr Pearson's stew - the same meal everybody ate morning, noon, and night.

Nobody truly liked Mr Pearson's stew. Nobody had the heart to tell him; despite all the glamorous language used around others. Mr Pearson was probably already aware of this but decided not to warn anyone.

Even if Danny was hungry, what other choice did he have?

A day had already passed prior to the gang's arrival at Horseshoe Overlook and folks were supplying the camp with its usual provisions. The source of the meat in the stew was thanks to Charles Smith hunting bison nearby and returning it to camp to chop up and feed the outlaws, rather they eat out of cans.

"Mr Matthews!" A womanly voice called.

Danny sighed and turned to look in the direction of the voice that called him.

"Yes, Ms Roberts?"

"Your father wanted me to tell you that he's taken Lenny out to do some hunting. So in case you were looking for him, now you know he's away. Do us a favour and go look for the Reverend. He should be down at a place called Flatneck Station. I fear he might get himself killed - knowing him, he loves to drink..."

"Okay. Will do. Thank you Ms Rob-"

"Call me Abigail, for Christ's sake." The black-haired woman warned, fighting back a grin.

Danny chuckled innocently. "Okay. Thank you... Abigail."

Now that he finally had something to do, Danny jumped into action and mounted his horse, Abercrombe, and rode down South, following the train tracks.

The sun was high in the sky, obscuring Danny's line of sight but not terribly that he was blinding. He continued to follow the train tracks taking him West, past some hills, towards the train station which was built next to a bridge and a steep hill.

Parking his horse and hitching it at a post, Danny sat outside a building where some men were inside playing poker, pondering about Reverend Swanson's whereabouts.

"Do you smoke, sir?" A stranger asked curiously.

Danny was startled by the man sitting opposite him.