Red Dead Regret

Prologue: Down go the mountain

Dutch's boots crunched the snow-white as he descended the mountain. The corpses of many fallen member of Micah Bell's gang were sprinkled along, tainting the white snow with red. He reached his horse and trotted toward the green. He knew that John wouldn't follow him down as he would be too distracted by the money left to do so. His plan had worked.

It had been quite a long time since the death of Dutch's most trusted associate. His son. Though he had sworn to never mention him or his likeness again, he still heard his voice so long later. I gave you all I had had repeated through his head since the day it had all gone wrong. Dutch thought that the killing of Micah would be rid of the voice yet it lingered ever so strongly in his head. Are you going to strangle me next?

Dutch trotted on south where he would try to start anew and be rid of his past for good. The Dutch Van Der Linde name was stained and he had no longer an interest in the criminal gang lifestyle he had led since he left home at 15. Dutch decided on the name Edgar Ross.