𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 ♦ 𝐑𝐃𝐑

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Being a father, I knew I needed to see to it that this man was going to make it. He was everything to my daughter and everything I knew she needed in her life. Four children was going to be no joke for her to raise on her own. All varying in ages too, that was going to be the toughest part. I knew myself and her mother would try our best to help her, but I knew I shouldn't be thinking like that right now. I needed to think on this boy surviving and us getting him to Saint Denis in time before he bled out or he just let go of life all together without even bleeding out. Whichever came first, I just couldn't find out.

I loved my daughter, I know she probably didn't want nothing to do with me when she first saw me. It was obvious. The way she approached me, the way she looked at me as if I was some sort of heartless man. In many ways, that was how I felt too most days without my children in my life. Ryan didn't really know I had left till his mother sent him a letter down in Mexico. He was upset, but wasn't so upset that he never wanted to see me again, as Selina and her mother were. I saw my son as often as I could down south, but I went and pissed off some locals at one given time and they ended up shooting up the town of Chuparosa. After that, I felt as though I was going to have to let him go. I hadn't seen Ryan in almost two years till now. I missed that boy, him and I were the closest we could be in personality and looks. Selina was all her mother in a sense. The eyes all the way down to the toes on her feet she was just like her mom. I knew her mother was always so thrilled when it came to us finally having a daughter and her basically being just like her. I sort of could tell Selina felt that same way with her own daughter too. Thank god the green eyes have kept going or else I was sure that it would've ended with my daughter. But, her oldest son had them and her daughter and I knew hopefully out of the two of them, it would go onto our great grandchildren.
As for Asher, well, I could tell that Selina adored him with every ounce of her being. Their relationship was so similar to mine and Rose's. He was an outlaw and she was just this pure and innocent girl who he happened to meet and everything must've felt right in the world for him in that moment. That was how I felt when I saw Rose. Her smile was so contagious, her laugh even more. Her eyes drew me in like the sweet grass upon a nearby hill. Selina was probably that same way to him. I never did think my daughter would be in a gang either, with someone she had barely just met and here so goes. It must've been so different for her but oh so nice as well. None of this would've happened, had their paths ever crossed and even then I was sure this boy would've already been dead by now too.

    I chose to take the train tracks to try to get to Saint Denis in a quick manner. Only having to move over when a train was coming, obviously. Didn't happen as often as you would think. Thank god for that since I just had to keep on going and going and going. The man on the back of my horse was still breathing thankfully, but he was barely holding on. His blood was now a dark velvet or almost coppery color upon my shirt from myself picking him up and over my shoulder. He was leaned against my back as Selina was when she had been shot and we were bringing her home. He just wasn't holding onto me like she was. He was practically lifeless on that manner and everything about it was still very concerning to me.
My mind was drifting off to the idea again of Selina not having this man in her life anymore after today. Would she blame me? I wouldn't doubt it, for I was the one who wasn't in the right mind to stop him. I just didn't know he was prepared to go this far into it. That was love though, him sacrificing everything in order for my daughter and his kids to still have a life without the government or anyone else coming after them. But, as an outlaw, even I knew you were never out of the woods. There were bounty hunters who still would try to hunt you down, other gang's who knew who you were and came for you without warning, even years down the line. Thankfully any gangs or bounty hunters were thrown off my scent as the years went by. More gangs and such popped up, they didn't have time to fuck around with me no more, a lone wolf. Even when I left my family, I was still alone. They still wanted me for everything I had, but now, god they could care less about me.
I was worried for Asher, I was worried for Selina and the kids. There wasn't a bone in my body right now that wasn't worried.