The Banditos(Based on a story that happened In-Game)

Chapter One: The story of three men.

3 men erased from history, 3 men who stood as the most notorious criminals in the west. This book is written by one of them men, this is the story of The Outlaws, The Banditos...

In the beginning 3 strangers met at a bar in Armadillo, all with the intent of a nice drink and gamble. Who would of thought that they were to become the west's most wanted? Young Ryder Wilson was one, born and raised in the dusty town of Armadillo. Full of filthy perverts, drunks and desperate whores. He made his coin working on a farm just out of town, when his mother died he kept their house and blew his money on drink and women. Now he sits at the desk, signalling the waiter and holding three gold coins in his hand whilst gripping his glass of whisky in the other.

Next their was Ghost Hernandez, a mexican who spent his time travelling around the western plains, escaping his dreaded past in Mexico. He longed to see his beautiful wife again, but dares never to return to his old house on the Mexican land, just incase he sees the mess he made. He parked his horse outside the Tavern and now lights up a cigarette, sitting at a table with his hat covering his face.

Then there's me, an old man with a kick still in him. A life of danger and excitement, nothing interesting ofcourse all of my family think I'm dead, I might aswell be. I travel far and wide making my money through errands and bounty hunting. But now I sit in an old Tavern with a glass of tonic and grunting, rubbing my grey and black mustache.

I looked around the area and spotted the mexican stranger being hasselled by some goons. It was the man I would soon know; Ghost. He had dusty, grey leather boots on and a faded green poncho resting on his torso, still with his leather hat covering his face. "Eh, Mexican, show us your damn face. You looking suspicious" said the bucktooth, hasselling idiot.
Ghost simply shook his head and crossed his arms.
"You deaf, mehico man? Take your fucking hat off!" the man called again with a slightly more alarming tone.
Ghost shook his head again and raised his hand, going to grip his mug. But then a swift hand slapped him away from the glass, it was the hassler. Ghost sniffed up and looked to the man. The man seemed pleased and smiled stupidly with an idiotic grin on his face.
"Now you show your face you dumb shi-.." The man tried to finish off but before his could Ghost smashed his mug over the top of man's head, sending him to the floor as glass shattered off his the Bar descended into chaos and everyone broke out into a bar fight. The man's obese friends swung their fists at Ghost but they were blocked and Ghost slammed his elbow into their face. They fell back one by one and Ghost began fighting with some other people.

I was approached by a drunk man who was swinging his fists. He went to attack me but stood up from my chair and picked it up and slammed it off of the drunk's head, snapping the chair legs off and sending the man onto the floor. I was now on my toes sending down man after man, punching them in the face. I got a hit from behind and I fell on my face in pain, I gripped the wet, dirty bar floor, watching glasses, tables and chairs fly past. I spotted Young Ryder Wilson being dragged off of his stool and thrown to the ground, before I could watch him being beaten I was pulled to my feet and rapidly punched in the face! I took every punch and bust open my lip and nose, the man threw me off onto a table where men were kicking and punching. I shaked my head and raised myself from the table, I got myself outside where the fighting was still going on. Ghost was facing 4 men on his own so I headed over and planted my fist into the back of one of their heads. Ghost then began beating in one of them and so did I. Soon we took down all of them and stood exhausted and nodded to eachother.
"Thank you my friend" said Ghost whilst heavily breathing and grunting.

The fight was still on, Ryder came stumbling out of the swinging doors with a man in his grasp, he sent three punches to the man's face and then threw him on the dusty road of armadillo. He sighed and made his way over to us, nodding. "Yeehaw! Whew! Damn good bar fight right there!" chuckled Ryder. He was always a joker.
"Yeah.." I said whilst holding my gut.
"We better leave before the law men come" stated Ghost.
Me and Ryder nodded and we ran for a stagecoach nearby, Ghost drew a gun on the owner, signalling him to leave. The man hopped off straight away and as he came off we hopped on. Ghost took the front and me and Ryder stayed in the cabin. We rode off into the distance onto our new lives.