Red Dead Reborn

xviii) Luck Of The Irish

Dutch Van der Linde had spread word that Josiah Trelawney had provided concrete information about Sean MacGuire's whereabouts.

Danny was not the first to know as he was already beaten by Charles and Javier who'd been dispatched to scout ahead just outside of Blackwater in order to seek out the Irishman in federal care. While it was disappointing for him to not be the first man to become aware of this information, given that Danny valued Sean like a close friend or even a brother, Danny sucked it up and raced down to Blackwater.

The place where everything went horribly wrong.

The look of determination on Danny's face was formidable in the eyes of Dutch Van der Linde, who was constantly verbally expressing how proud he was of the young man for always taking charge of things around camp and of his civil duty in supplying money into camp.

It was beginning to reach the end of the afternoon by the time Danny arrived at the spot just on the outskirt of town. With how concealed Javier and Charles were in ensuring they had a reliable vantage point overlooking the town for Sean, it was a wonder Danny found them when he did, else he'd be wandering the field for two of his fellow brethren.

Blackwater was packed with lawmen and Pinkertons: every inch of the town had sentries at every corner, slouched but on guard for any potential dangers.

As Danny dismounted from his horse, he overheard Javier and Charles discussing whether or not they'd seen Sean yet.

"How many?" Danny heard Javier speak.

"A lot. Uniforms everywhere." Charles Smith answered in his usual monotonous, gravelly voice.

"You see Sean?"

"No... I don't think so."

"Dammit. Where's Trelawney?"

"Who knows."

"Just... keep your eyes open."

"I am."

Danny noticed a spot to lie down with his two friends and stealthily lowered himself and crawled for a bit before lying on his stomach, staring at the town, even with the sunlight beating down on them, obscuring Charles' and Danny's vision, given that neither of them wore hats.

Danny inquired about Trelawney's whereabouts while they kept their eyes peeled for anything suspicious; inside a town where no citizen was permitted to go about their life without being interrogated by the lawmen in black uniforms.

Given the circumstances of how close they were to the town, practically inside it, given the nature of where Charles and Javier had set up, the men had to be quiet and hidden.

Shortly after Danny's arrival, Trelawney followed.

"Gentlemen," whispered Trelawney. "Sean's being moved up the Upper Montana, then to a federal prison out West."

Any attempt to rescue Sean from a federal prison was suicide going just by themselves - even under the cover of darkness. They had no other alternative but to rescue Sean whilst he was being transported that afternoon.

Trelawney kindly informed the three trigger-happy, slap-happy outlaws that a bounty hunter and his gang were tasked with transporting Sean for a handsome reward for their service. And it so happened that Trelawney knew the exact route the bounty hunters were to take Sean for them to rescue the Irishman.

"We need to stop them before they get to that camp." Danny instructed. He was determined to rescue his friend, even if it meant dying for him.

"I'll head up the North side of the valley. You three head to the other side. That way we can cut off any escape." Charles directed his friends monotonously.