His Name Was Isaac (Completed)

13. Family Don't Turn Their Back On You

THE NEXT MORNING

PINKERTON HQ, BLACKWATER

Gazing out a nearby window, Agent Fordham casually watched the streets of Blackwater as men and women paced around all over the place, traveling from one end of the city to another.

Business carried on as usual in the small town, and despite the damage Dutch's men caused to the bank during the robbery, everything else seemed to functioning just fine.

The only thing that was missing from the bustling sight... was Arthur Morgan himself.

It had only been a couple of days since Agent Ross proposed his deal to that man, but they had yet to see any sign of the outlaw ever since then. The other Pinkertons patrolling The Great Plains reported no visuals of Mr. Morgan in the area, and his son was apparently nowhere to be found either.

Fordham liked to believe that they were still considering the decision and would show up at their headquarters eventually, but the pessimistic side of him knew better.

Arthur had no reason to trust the Pinkertons. Milton didn't exactly make the best impression on Dutch all those years ago, so Fordham supposed it only made sense that Arthur would put as much distance between himself and Blackwater as possible... but he had hoped that the man would give Isaac a chance by turning himself in.

That boy was hardly a man yet, and he had already been thrown into the unforgiving world of outlaws. If there was any way to avoid killing him needlessly, Fordham was willing to take it.

Unfortunately, he doubted Ross felt the same.

"You think Mr. Morgan will accept our deal?" Fordham asked Edgar, glancing away from the window.

Ross leaned back in his desk's chair and stuck a pipe between his lips, speaking through clenched teeth while he held the object in place.

"Unlikely," he replied, bringing a flame to the pipe's tip. "That man's about as stubborn as Dutch van der Linde himself. Trust me, I've known him for many years now. It was pointless to attempt a deal with him. We should've arrested him and his son when we had the chance."

Fordham hesitated, trying to remain as professional as possible. "But... don't you think it's worth a try? Saving his son, I mean. If Arthur accepts our deal, Isaac will perhaps have a chance to live like civilized folk. And carry on with his future."

Edgar blew out a puff of smoke, exhaling deeply as he extinguished the match with a quick wave.

"Our focus is to protect law-abiding citizens, Archer." He said in a bored tone. "When it comes to criminals or savages, we do not concern ourselves with their personal lives or well-being. All that matters is bringing them to justice. Of course, how we handle the situation depends on how they behave, but ultimately -- their future is not our concern. Their end is."

Archer was reluctant to agree. "I understand, but in the end, criminals are still humans. Not all of them break the law for the same reason. In some cases, it's greed. In others, power. But in Isaac's case, it's survival. You've read the files. He was forced into this life with no way out. Wouldn't you say that someone at his age deserves to make a real life for himself?"

Still, Edgar's mind remained unswayed. "It is not my place to decide, Archer. Nor is it yours. I'm only going along with your deal for now because I want to help you. But in the end, the final decision resides with the judge. If Arthur and Isaac put themselves in a position where they must be killed, then the only thing we need to worry about is pulling the trigger fast enough. Though, of course, obtaining them alive would be ideal."