-3rd p.o.v-
In the dusty streets of Lincoln county, New Mexico, an English gentleman named John Tunstall goes out for supplies for his ranch when he stumbles upon a scrappy teenager running from the law.
The young man, with a mischievous glint in his eye , locks eyes with him. The shouting from law men grows ever louder.
With help from one of his boys "Doc" they decided to help this poor soul onto the wagon. The young man was silent but alert, as he had his revolver close to him at all times.
"Let's hed out now, boys." - said Turnstall
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The ride back to the ranch was a silent one. Except for the occasional small talk and brief introductions.
Nightfall had risen when they've returned. There was only a group of workers waiting on Mr. Tunstall's return.
a man half Native American, half Mexican looks like in his mid twenties.
A man with his hair pushed back, looks rugged. Gave the group a strong stare.
One was crossing his arms and giving the young man a sly smirk.
A tall, calm, relaxed man with his hat on stood in front of the group.
"Who is this?"
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Historical FictionYoung guns (1988) fanfiction. where John Tunstall and William H Bonney (a.k.a. "Billy the kid") had more time to form a father-son bond. Although their fate will end the same.
