The Young Mccree

Mccree used to have a son. He loved his son but he couldn't keep him from Talon. He misses his little boy and hopes that he is still alive and not suffering like his mother was when she died.

All he really can do is hope.

His son has been gone for ten years, been gone since his eighth birthday. Now it's his eighteenth birthday and mccree is sitting in front of a bar smoking a cigar thinking.

Thinking about his son.
Thinking about his failure to protect.

Thinking until his thought are disrupted by the barrel of a gun to his head.