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A cowboy finds himself thrown into a new world, one with powers and monsters unlike any he's seen before. The monsters he meets are more dangerous than any he's met before, and the powers he discovers exceed that of a human's. With his t...
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1886, Valentine, Louisiana
Yukon Marston POV:
I was in the Saloon again. I had just gotten a job done that involved a Bandit Leader trying to smuggle some rifles The Law didn't allow. Not that I cared, I just wanted the money that came with the job. If you ain't caught on yet, I'm a paid killer, or a hired gun. I take a job from a client and get paid. I do have some rules though, I ain't barbaric. My first rule is that the target is innocent until proven guilty. I do research on who I kill before I follow through. Secondly, I will not kill anyone other than said target, unless they become too big of a threat or a nuisance. Now, back to what I was doing. I had just gotten another glass of whiskey when my most recent client came in. He was dressed nicely, black trousers with a two-piece suit accompanying them, with a bowler hat and cigar in hand. He came in and sat next to me and got a glass of nightcap. He never did say much, so I was surprised when he started a conversation.
Client: "Did you finish the job?"
Yukon: "Yeah, he's dead. No other casualties."
Client: "Good. In that case, I have one more job for you."
Seriously? He couldn't wait 'till I at least finished my drink? Yukon: "What kind of job?"
Client: "It's an investigation of an Italian capo. I don't know if he's guilty, but things have been going on in New Orleans recently, and I have reason to believe it's him."
Yukon: "You don't know for certain that it's him. You know my rules."
Client: "I'm aware, that's why this is an investigation, not an assassination."
Yukon: "I suppose. What's the pay? I'm still waiting for the money from the job I just finished."
Client: "I have it. The 2.000 dollars is in the stagecoach outside."
That's good enough.
Client: "However.."
Here we go.
Client: "For the next job, you'll be paid a total of 14.000 dollars, including the money you just earned for your most recent job."
Damn, I could buy more drinks with that money.
Yukon: "Alright, Jameson, you've got yourself a deal.
Jameson: "I'm glad this went the way I'd hoped. You leave tonight."
Yukon: "Really? New Orleans is miles away from here, and you want me to leave tonight? That's at least a three day trip!"
Jameson: "Yes, I'm fully aware of that, that's why I've already gathered the materials you'll need for the trip."
Yukon: "What about my guns? And Bullet?"
Jameson: "You are free to get your firearms and horse, as soon as you gather your other supplies from the stagecoach, once you do that, you're free to work on all the other necessities you'll need, as long as you leave before nightfall."
