The Red Wolf ~ A Red Dead Redemption story

Chapter 33: Retribution for self-righteousness

11th October 1890

It all happened so fast. Almost immediately after Robert tossed his gun out. He slowly walked out with repeaters and shotguns aimed at him with his hands up. Immediately he was seized, held against his will before being shackled from hands and legs. Cuffed and restrained, he felt like chained feral animal as he was pushed dragged around.

The shackles over his wrists and ankles dug into his skin.

Dragging the 16 year old into the hallway before throwing him to the floor. The green eyed boy saw Jessica who had also been chained and shackled up. He was utterly powerless to do anything. He felt he failed as he saw the faces of the Bloodspillers looking down onto him with such content and hatred, making the humiliation all the more worse. He felt like a chained animal in a zoo, as he tried to pull the chain but it left red marks on his skin as he looked up to them with a scowl.

"Let's kill this son of a bitch!" One of the men put the barrel of his revolver against the Red Wolf's temple. But another mercenary pulled it away.

"No, I think the boss wants him alive. He's needed to take the fall."

"And the girl? We let her go? No-one's gonna buy her a killer. I wouldn't think of her nothing more than a 2 bit girl at the brothel in Jamestown let alone an outlaw scum."

Jessica tensed up as she had stopped fiddling her handcuffs as she started to pant in fear. She didn't have any idea that her day would like this and to be insulted just pissed her and Robert off more. The horror of it all had sunk into her.

"Say she's the conspirator setting this all up to get Calvin killed." The leading mercenary said with a sadistic smile on his face. "Right, we go to plan C then."

"Well knock em out then and take em to the shed out back."

A piece of cloth with a wet residue was rubbed onto the boy and girl which seemed to make them feel light-headed and a bit nauseous. Their eyes began to sunk and then close but after a while they couldn't open them as the deep sleep began.

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Robert's eyes slowly opened as he looked up to see a wooden roof above him. He was confused for a moment, but remembered in a flash as he sat up. But the noise of chains rattling about woke up him from his trance as he looked onto himself. He woke to see himself behind bars handcuffed, chained and shackled up. Fortunately he still had his hat on him. Jessica too was in her shackles in the same cell which seemed to be in a shed of some sorts.

Shuffling over to where she was lying on the bench he saw that she too was starting to wake as that relieved him greatly. Though it was a struggle due to restrain of the chains.

"Jessica are you alright?" He asked, her eyes looked to see Robert sitting next to her with his hands chained together gently raising

"Rob? Where are we? Oh my god these chains. Only my father puts these on criminals. I'm a good girl not a conspirator."

"You've done nothing wrong I'm sorry for dragging you into this. Getting you to send the files, getting kidnapped, chained and drugged."

"I know...you were blind to this too. I don't blame you for this. It's that bastard Ashmore and that horrid Candy."

"Well for a guy named Candy, he wasn't so sweet on us."

The pair just laugh at the joke though whilst a positive feeling in the moment, it still dawned on them that they were captured by the Bloodspillers and were in the mercy of the crooked Thomas Ashmore.