Until Death - Red Dead Redemption II

Act XXI: I Can Fix You

Arthur had left for a few days, said he had something he needed to do. Of course Jack wanted to go with him but he should probably take some time to think to himself.

Jack spent the three days sitting around camp, watching the clouds roll by. Reminiscing how much Denise loved watching clouds. They'd spend hours looking at the sky trying to make out shapes.

The memories always make Jack happy, make him smile until he remembers how it was taken away from him. Then the joy fizzles out into anger. However he was happy to see Arthur when he came back.
"Missed ya' Yorke." Arthur smiled, pulling Jack in for a brief kiss. It was nice, if a bit aggressive.
"I'd love to go furtha but I got something you might like." Arthur said, reaching into his bag. He pulled out two burnt pieces of paper and his journal.
"So I went to that camp, the one ya took out. This 'a list of all the members, there were a hundred and twenty-two members when this was made but after talking 'round a bit," Arthur pointed to the list, some names blacked out, "Fifty-five of 'em are still breathin'." Arthur folded the list up and put it in his bag, before pulling out his journal. "Once a month on the thirteenth they meet here," Arthur pointed to the burnt map. Blackwater.

Jack listened intently before replying,
"I'll kill each one of 'em." Arthur laughed at this aggressive response,
"Yes you will but first, we needa pick off a few. You weren't jokin' when you said they had an army." Arthur then flipped through his journal once more, finding a page with a few notes.
"Talkin' round I found eleven of 'em. Where they live or where they happen to stay."

STEVENSON CAMP

Steven McNeil, lives alone in an old cabin north of Stawberry.
Martha Hughes, Spends most nights at the saloon in Saint Denise.
Christopher Welch, Lives with his wife Greta in Eris Field.
Abigail Grenland, Lives with Desmond Williams in a hut tucked away in Bluewater.
Desmond Willams, Lives with Abigail Grenland, possibly married.
Claudia Mores, Lives with her mother, home down north of Saint Denis.
Bram Astor, has a camp somewhere near Moonstone Pond, lives alone.
Eloise De Peyster, Has a home in Annesberg, lives alone but has fequent house parties.
Julius Byrd, Has a shack in Rhodes, lives alone.
Douglas FitzRoy, Has a home in the Heartlands. Middle of nowhere.
Octavia Churchill, frequents the Valentine saloon, working girl.

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Steven McNeil - North of Stawberry.

Dinner was fine as usual, nothing special. But just when I was about to lay down I heard a knock. Then another, and another at my door. Sunset was an hour ago, I don't see what anyone would want at this time of night. Nonetheless can't sleep with someone waiting outside my house.
"Hello?" I called out, slowly approaching the door.
"Help! Please! A kid is dying out here!" The stranger yelled. Without even thinking I practically threw open the door. Instead of a kid however I was met with a masked man, who without hesitation stabbed me in my gut. The piercing pain enough to make me scream, I didn't know what to do besides attempting to shut the door.

The man had his arm wedged in, almost overpowering me before I gave it my all and crushed the intruders hand in the door jam. The man retreated, looking down I saw blood beginning to drip to the floor as I tried to think of what to do. I don't have any ammunition. Can't even afford water let alone bullets.

The door began to rattle, bang and thud as the stranger repeatedly banged on the wood. Hard enough to feel the house shaking,
"Go on and got before I pump ya full of lead!" I yelled, I think it sounded pretty convincing if I do say so myself. And it must've been as the man stopped banging on the door, once again the house falling silent.