The Red Wolf ~ A Red Dead Redemption story

Chapter 51: Tortourous sands of Hell

Robert had been seeing and feeling nothing but numbness as he groaned but he was in pain as well as a pained grunt as he felt his wrists touching something spikey and hurting. But his eyelids were still closed, the hangover and the Chlorophorm had done it's work to make him feel unpleasant and nauseous but he felt he was resting on a spiked bed. He tried moving about but felt weak to do so. His throat was dry from dehydration, likely from his own doing. But the pain was amplified as he felt the radiating heat blasting him from all directions.

The sounds he heard seemed to echo along with some water drops, it seemed like he was in a cave. He could feel the wind howling from the outside along with the campfire that was lit near him.

"Heh, what does da boss want with both of them? We got to head to Phoenix to hit the bank there. Not waste time for these fucks." An Irish man stated, the voice echoing throughout the cave.

"It's what Colm wants, and the big headed brute. I've seen him insisting to Colm to get to that English bastard." Another man replied.

"Yeah...but, does Mister O'Malley know about this? I don't he'd approve."

"It's not O'Malley's concerns. It's a whole gang feud we got with Van Der Linde's gang. If he has a problem, he can take it up to da boss." The third man chimed in.

"Shut up you idiots. Martin, David, Aiden. It ain't your business to talk. Now get out and see if there's any bastards looking for us!" Cleetus ordered the others as he leant back on the rock.

"Heh, bet you didn't see that coming did you? The legendary Red Wolf, the slayer of Ashmore, bane of the Copperheads. Taken down by a glass of water. Man the boys would have a field day when they all know." He mocked onto the tied outlaw as he puffed smoke out from his cigarette.

"And by me, the last person to spike your drink. If it had been my way, I would've switched it for cyanide. No hard feelings you English Bastard." He smirked but noticed someone approaching from within the deep parts of the cave. Then back at Robert who noticed his lids flickering revealing his emerald eyes.

"Oi Pete! He's coming to." Cleetus informed as he dismissed the others all away. He continued to puff smoke out before flicking his cig at Robert's face as he walked away to outside the cave.

Robert's eyes opened up slowly but they were struck with pain as the sunlight from outside pierced with like a knife. Despite how bloodshot he had had, he as he looked out and saw he was out in the desert, and given the cacti he could see, it must be the Sonoran desert. Being many miles away from Prescott.

He felt himself leaning into a cactus as the thorns were piercing his skin. As was the ropes digging into his wrists as he was tied behind his back. He felt he was bleeding as a wet red patch came out from his trousers from the blood dripping down from his back. His face felt swollen and beyond sore with bruising scattering over his face. Black eyes and a bleeding nose was pm on as well He had brief memory of some of the O'Driscolls beating him up but he had blacked out many times thanks to the Chlorophorm he was poisoned with.

He tried to free himself but the spikes on his back intensified the pain along with the ropes as his nerves skyrocketed. He felt no choice but to not move, to not bleed him out further. His clothing had been partially ripped, his bandolier and gun belt were empty of bullets, Spurs were heard clinking on the ground till a pair of boots were in-front of him.

The man in-front then put Robert's hat back onto his head whilst cracking a creepy chuckle. "Yours I believe."

Robert looked up in horror as he saw it was Peter Peterson. In his long leather coat and green waistcoat it was like seeing a ghost. It was the first time he seen for a long time and without the bandages hiding the wounds on his face. His face looked completely covered in scars on his face. His cheeks seemed to had stiches all over and a scar over his right eye stretching across to his nose as well.