Red Dead Rider [Male Reader x Sadie Adler]

Prologue - Chapter 8

27th April 1899:

The next morning, Y/N awoke early, putting on his suit and checking the Webley revolver, making sure it was loaded before putting it in his underarm holster, he put his suit jacket on over it before looking down at his pocket watch, watching the seconds tick away for a minute before putting it away, he lit a cigarette after composing himself, preparing to step out into the world again, he grabbed the razor from his bedside table and put it in his pocket for any incidents he that would require an up close and personal touch.

As he stepped out of the tent, Y/N took in a deep breath before moving over to the hitching post and feeding his horse. He heard the sound of a twig snapping from the treeline, immediately he turned and drew his Webley, pointing it at the treeline, only for Hosea to step out from the treeline.

"It's just me." Hosea said with smirk as Y/N uncocked the revolver and put it back in the holster under his jacket.

"I nearly shot your head off." Y/N said as Hosea chuckled.

"I'd be so lucky, at least it would be quick." Hosea said Y/N smirked. "I think, after this business with the ferry is done, I might leave, try and settle down, I'm...I'm not longed for this anymore Y/N."

"Come off it old man, you'll still be roaming the Earth long after I'm gone." Y/N said with a grin as Hosea laughed with him.

"You know, that mouth of yours is gonna get you into trouble one day." Hosea said as Y/N smirked to himself. "Then again, you wouldn't care, would you? You're still looking for trouble big enough to kill you, aren't you?"

"I don't know what -"

"Yes you do. You've been looking since they died. I still remember the young boy from years ago, you used to stop and laugh sometimes." Hosea said as Y/N scoffed.

"I'm just a man trying to keep my family alive, if I receive the mercy of death in doing so, then I'll be happy." Y/N said as he saw Arthur and John emerge from their tents "Now, if you'll excuse me uncle, I have business to attend to."

As Y/N mounted up on his horse, Arthur and John approached, climbing onto their horses. They rode through the countryside together talking the time away.

"Y/N? Y/N?!" Arthur called out as Y/N turned his attention to him. "What are you thinking about, huh?"

"I'm thinking of business opportunities when we have that land, or if we have to move camp." Y/N said as he continued riding his horse, Arthur and John were silent for a moment as they watched him ride on ahead, they turned to look at each other.

"So what's the plan when we get there?" John asked as Y/N didn't even look back.

"You boys look tough, let me do the talking." Y/N said as they continued riding.

The three of them arrived at Van Horn, hitching their horses outside of the saloon. They stepped into the Saloon with Y/N looking around and finding his contact.

"Where is it?" Y/N asked as he walked over to the man who had bodyguards surrounding him.

"Payment first." The man said as Y/N paused before handing over the money.

"Where is it?" Y/N asked calmly again as Arthur and John where eyeing up the bodygaurds.

"I want double." The man said as Y/N looked at him. For a moment before taking a coin from his pocket.

"Tell you what, I'll play you for it. Heads I give you double, and get the supplies you promised me, tails, I fuck your wife, I have my money back, and I get the supplies anyway." Y/N said as he showed the coin to the man sat opposite him.

"Double, or I tell the Pinkertons everything I know." The man threatened as Arthur and John's hands neared their revolvers on their belts as they saw the body guards reaching for their sidearms. Y/N looked at him for a moment.

"Right, so let me...let me understand this. If I don't pay you double, you'll tell the pinkertons everything you know? Correct?" Y/N asked as the man nodded.

"Yes."

"Well, suppose we had best pay double." Y/N said as he stood up and drew his pistol while Arthur and John shot the two bodyguards before the rest of the bodyguards stood up, Y/N slashed the man who he was dealing with across the eyes with the razor he had brought with him before grabbing another and cutting a smile onto their face, he cut one mans throat before turning and shooting three men dead. Y/N walked over to the man who he had blinded, grabbing him and dragging him over to the counter and holding him by the jaw. "Where are our goods?!"

The man was screaming in pain as Y/N brought the razor close to the man and brushed it against his cheek.

"Tell me."

"House across the street, the one half collapsed." The man said as Y/N nodded.

"Now, you said something about telling the Pinkertons." Y/N said to himself as he forced the man's mouth open and cut his tongue out. He threw the tongue at the man before he was cut off by a shotgun firing, he turned to see one man had fired into the ceiling, a warning shot.

The man with the shotgun pointed it at Y/N who walked towards him without a hint of fear.

"You gonna use that? hey?" Y/N asked looking the man in the eyes as he stood there, practically inviting the man to shoot him. The man didn't fire, Y/N nodded. "Didn't think so."

As Y/N, John, and Arthur stepped outside, they grabbed the supplies from the house, mounting their horses and riding off towards camp. With Arthur and John looking at Y/N, still in shock at his confrontation of the man armed with a shotgun.

"Let's go boys, we've got work to do." Y/N said as they set off...