cryingtearsofred
Horses and guns, something Alfred had been used to. The struggle to kill people got to him, but he managed. It's all for a good reason.
Born in 1888, 4th of July. Currently present at year 1935, 12th of June.
A weird, yet fun adventure Alfred gas gotten himself into, with this random traveler he met in the middle of America, mourning, Arthur Kirkland, with an odd past with his sister.
A small peek to the earlier years of America and their way of living.
[Will also drop several historical facts here and there, since this is, of course, a historical fanfic]