Red Dead Revolver | The Novel

Chapter 1: Bull's Eye

The blue sky was growing darker and darker as the hours flew by, Nate Harlow, a gold miner, sat on the saddle of his horse, holding the reigns tightly as he rode forward down the familar winding road.
All around Nate was the long stretched dessert he had lived his whole life in, the ride down this road was all very normal and mundane.
Nate held a strong breath, he was a man of good strength with a physically slender but durable body. Secured on his steeds side was a heavy bag secured by rope, rocking slowly back and forth with each step the horse took on the winding road.

Giving out a confident sigh, Nate gave a pat on his horses neck and spoke to it in its ear.
"We're nearly there, boy." he had a very thick american accent, and his voice was both deep and enthusiastic.
His horse snorted, and picked up its pace from the flick of Nates spurs that poked its sides. Through Nates body, he could feel the sence of excitement coursing in his veins, a wide smile drew from his face as the thought of the news he had for his wife, Falling Star, and his young boy of age twelve, Red Harlow.

It was not long after, that Nate approached a wooden post situated right near the opening towards his home. Dismounting from his horse, he secured the steeds reigns tightly onto the wooden post, and eagerly untied the heavy bag to carry. Holding it in his left hand, he began to walk up the small grassy hill and towards his small home. The wind was low and brushed past his hair, the sound of chickens clucking as they roamed was all familiar for the excited man.

Nate, scratching the back of his head as he came close to his home, could see in the distance emerged his wife and son. Falling Star, a native woman wearing a yellow dress, and his half native son Red, came rushing over as soon as they both saw Nate.
Red had been feeding the chickens, near his occupied mother, who was about to bring a basket of laundry to the house, and now both of them found themselves in the comforting arms of Nate.

Red had yelled, "Pa!" And his mother exclaimed in joy as they both rushed into Nates warm presence.
Nate, excitedly, responded with a "son!"
And right after a warm group hug, continued by telling them of his amazing news.
"Our troubles are finally over, we hit a vein of gold the size of a locomotive, that runs clean through Bear Mountain!"

The news was, as expected by Nate, amazing for Red and Falling Star to hear. Nates wife, extatic by the news, held her husbands arm as she spoke.
"Oh, Nate, really? I mean, is it really true?"
She asked in a very thrilled tone, as Nate dropped the bag from his left hand and caressed her arm.
"Yes, my dear. As I said, our troubles will be finally over!"
Falling Star held a wide smile and they both gave each other a quick kiss, as they did this, Red looked down and could see that Nate had a new revolver in his holster, a revolver he had never seen before and could not recognise.

Taking a step back, in an intrigued tone, he asked his father,
"Hey pa, where'd you get that?"
Nate looked back at his holster and back to Red, sliding the gun out of it and into his firm hand and held it out for Red to see more clearly.
What Red could see, was something truly unique. It was a Colt Army 1860 Model, yet it was clearly customed made, as the revolver obtained pure gold in its design and held a beutiful grey-pearl colour, and on its handle was a unique symbol of a gold scorpion.

Its barrel was 8 inches in length, which gave it an enormous stopping power with perfect accuracy. The specially designed grooves in the barrel, along with lengthened .44 cartridge ammunition, made the weapon truly fine and powerful.

The scorpion revolver, A beautiful tool of righteous vengeance, or a curse to all good folk in the wrong hands.
"Ain't she a beut?" Nate asked, admiring his revolver.
"Yeah! Can I hold it?" Red asked.
"She's one of a pair, only two In the whole world!" Nate claimed, Red looked up at his father with curiosity sparkling through his eyes.
"Where's the other one?"
"My partner, Griff, has it. We made em up special, to symbolise our new found wealth." A wide smile summoned on Reds' innocent face.
"Can I try it out?" Red asked in a rush. Nate, holstering his scorpion revolver back, answered back,
"One day this fine weapons will be yours son, but for now, why don't you take my old pistol?" With his left hand, Nate drew out his old worn pistol from the side pocket of his coat, letting the gun limp and dangle from his fingers and holding it out for his son to grab.