MY OUTLAW ↛ JOHN MARSTON

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𝐌𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡?

؂✬「☁️」✬؂

John ran to the window and ducked down. Dutch and Arthur ran towards him and ducked under the window so they wouldn't be seen. John peered up and scanned the outside area, his eyes landed on Amara. There was a gun to her head and she looked livid.

John slammed his fist on the ground, causing his hand to bleed. Dutch placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a reassuring squeeze.

"Get out here Dutch, or I'll tell my men to shoot these two where they stand!" Cornwall yelled, a threatening look in his eyes.

"My parents would never forgive you!" Amara yelled as she tried struggling. The man got tired of her squirming and hit her hard in the side. Amara took in a sharp breath.

"They will, if they want to keep their job!" Cornwall shouted, his face now inches from hers.

"Alright, alright, everyone calm down!" Dutch raised his hands in the air as he stepped out of the saloon. Everyone turned to him and Cornwall let out a disgusting laugh.

Dutch rambled on to Cornwall about how they must have a misunderstanding. While doing so, John and Arthur were getting ready to shoot the men holding Amara and Strauss.

The two stood by the door. "Ok John, on three." Arthur began, cocking his gun.

"One."

"Two"

"Th-"

Before Arthur could even finish John had already bursted out the door and shot the man holding Amara. Arthur aimed his gun to the man holding Strauss but it was too late, Strauss' dead body was laying limp on the ground, a shot right in his chest.

"Dammit, they killed Strauss!" Arthur yelled as he got behind a crate.

John had already grabbed Amara and went behind the building. He looked down at her with a concerned look, gunshots being heard every second.

"Are you okay?" John asked, brushing the hair from her face.

"I'm fine, but you need to help Dutch and Arthur." Amara insisted, pecking his lips and pushing him away.

"But-"

"John! Get your ass over here!" Dutch yelled, coming around the corner. "Here Miss Findlay." Dutch threw a gun to her and led John towards the gunfight.

Amara readied the gun and looked around the corner of the building, two men had their backs turned to her and were shooting at Arthur. She aimed the gun at one of them and shot him in the head, Arthur got the other one.

"Amara, come on!" Dutch yelled to her as John and Arthur pushed a wagon with Strauss' body laying in it.

Amara made a run for it but was stopped by a man grabbing her and choking her with his rifle. She struggled to get out of the mans grasp but couldn't seem to get out of it. Fear struck in her as she became lightheaded from the lack of air.

A gunshot was heard and the rifle fell to the ground. It seemed like the ground had disappeared from under her as she was now face to face with dirt.