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It’s been a few days since we set up camp at a new spot called “Horseshoe Overlook”. Some of our gang members had already gone off looking for work, while others were too lazy to move. They were just sitting around at the camp doing nothing that was actually contributing to our cause. Among them was Uncle—yeah, the old man who’s been with us for ages. I didn’t even know his real name, since everyone just called him Uncle. I guess that was his name. Anyway, Dutch told me to do something about him and get him to work.

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I went looking for him and found him sleeping carelessly by the cart. I woke him up since he was sleeping in broad daylight. I asked him, “Everyone else is working, why are you sleeping, you lazy old man?”

“I’m not lazy, Arthur. I just don’t like working. There’s a difference,” he told me sarcastically.

“Yeah, whatever. We’re heading to town, you and me. Let’s go,” I said.

“Oh, the town? I was just about to head there too, Arthur. Got some errands to run,” the old man replied. I knew he was making an excuse, he had no work to do, because when we first arrived, he’d been lying around at the camp and hadn’t gone anywhere since.

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We were about to check the horses to see if they were ready when we heard Karen’s voice behind us. “If you’re taking Uncle to town, can we come along?”

Karen, along with Mary-Beth and Tilly, was coming towards us. “What are you going to do in town? And did Miss Grimshaw give you permission to leave the camp?” I asked them.

“Arthur, we’re planning a robbery, and you’re stuck here with Miss Grimshaw and chores,” Karen said.

“Fine, let’s go,” I agreed. The ladies happily climbed into the wagon, where Uncle had already settled in. He said, “The place we’re heading, you ladies are really going to like it. Lots of people and opportunities for us.”

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I took charge of the horses, and the three ladies climbed onto the back of the wagon. We set off heading north. Not far down the dirtroad, near some railway tracks, we spotted a stagecoach racing past at a crazy speed, and it looked like the horses had spooked. Our suspicion was right because soon, the horses detached from the cart, and it came to a stop.

“Is anyone going to get off and help him?” Mary-Beth asked, giving me and Uncle a questioning look. Uncle said nothing, so I replied, “Alright, I’ll do it.”

I got down from the wagon and went to check on the driver. He assured me he was fine but asked if I could calm down the white horse, which had spooked on the other side of the tracks.

After a bit of struggle, I managed to calm the horse and bring it back. The driver thanked me, and we were able to continue our journey.

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When we reached town, we dropped off the ladies, who were planning to go to the saloon and gather some information to help with their heist. Uncle told me to come with him—he needed to buy something from the store. I followed him, and soon found out that his “important thing” was... whiskey. Yeah, the old man came to town just to buy whiskey.

While we were waiting for the ladies, Mary-Beth came over, excited. She said she’d snuck into a fancy house and pretended to be a servant. Another servant had told her the house owner’s sister was taking a train trip, and that train would have rich people on it—perfect for their plans.

As she was talking, we suddenly heard shouting from Tilly. A man across the street was trying to force himself on her.

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“That doesn’t look good,” I muttered, standing up and heading toward Tilly.

“Leave her alone,” I said coldly to the stranger, glaring at him.

“And who are you?” he asked me. He’d pinned Tilly against the wall.

“You want to find out?” I replied, my hand reaching for my holster.

“He’s a friend of mine,” Tilly spoke up.

“Now get off me,” she said, freeing herself from his grip.

“Look mister, you don’t know who you’re messing with,” the man said, backing off a little.

I motioned for him to leave, and he did, probably not wanting to start trouble.

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I asked Tilly where Karen was. She told me Karen had been heading toward the hotel with a stranger. I told her to stay with Uncle and Mary-Beth and made my way to the hotel, giving Uncle some instructions to look after the others while I was gone.

When I got there and asked around, I found out Karen was in room 2B, and there was a man with her. I heard noises coming from the room—disturbing sounds. I knew what was going on. I broke down the door and rushed inside to find Karen on the floor, and the man shouting, “I’m getting what I paid for!”

As soon as I entered, he yelled, “Who the hell are you? Get out of here! I paid for her!”

“You didn’t pay to hit her,” I said, knocking him out with a solid punch when I saw some blood on Karen’s face.

Karen explained that this wasn’t usual for her but that she’d made a mistake picking this man. We left the hotel together, and when we met up with Uncle and the others, Tilly asked, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Karen replied. “The guy punched me, but Arthur made sure I got revenge.”

“Alright,” I said, “that’s enough for today. We need to keep a low profile here. We’ve already caused enough trouble.”

Just as we were talking, a man on a horse, who had been eyeing us from a distance for a while, rode up to us.

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“Are you from Blackwater?” he asked, looking straight at me.

“No, mind your own business,” I replied, ignoring him.

“I remember you. There’s a bounty on your head,” he said as he turned his horse around and started riding away.

“Shit,” I muttered, quickly grabbing the nearest horse and riding after him. He was a liability, and we couldn’t risk word getting out about our gang being in town.

“Hey, you’re stealing my horse!” someone yelled behind me.

“I’m just borrowing it, sir,” I called back, chasing after the stranger.

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I followed him through the forest, calling for him to stop, but he just kept going. He was panicking, refusing to stop, until we reached a cliff. Realizing too late that he couldn’t go further, he tried to stop his horse, but it slipped, and he fell, hanging off the edge, shouting for help.

At first, I thought, Why not just kill him right here? No witness, no problem. But for some reason, I changed my mind and decided to pull him up instead.

“You saved my life! You’re a good man. I think there’s been some misunderstanding,” he said, still gasping for breath.

“The name’s Jimmy Brooks,” he added, still panting, sweat dripping from his forehead.

“No, there was no misunderstanding,” I told him coldly. “I was in Blackwater, and I’m not a good man. In fact, I’ve killed dozens of people. Should I add you to that list, Jimmy Brooks?” I asked, giving him a threatening look.

“I never saw you! I don’t even know who you are!” he stammered, quickly scrambling back towards his horse. He was terrified. He kept looking over his shoulder as he ran, as if expecting me to shoot him in the back at any moment.

“This never happened. I won’t tell anyone,” he said before mounting his horse and riding off as fast as he could.

On my way back, I returned the horse I had taken to its owner and he was surprised.

(To be continued...)

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Disclaimer

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