The life of a redeemed outlaw
John was feeding the cattle when he heard the chariot coming in. Abigail and the old man went to the MacFarlane's ranch to buy some corn and some chickens. John went towards them.
"Did you get everything? I hope for your sake's, ol' man, you were respectful towards 'em." He said, more or less threatening. The old man answered with him only with a rolling of eyes. Abigail said smiling.
"Those folks at that ranch were mighty nice to sell us this stuff for such a good price." She said.
"Well, I s'pose we would've done the same thing." John answered, unpacking the chickens and the corn with the help of the old man. "By the way, where the heck is Jack?" John asked. "Wasn't he with you?"
"Yeah, but she met that little Mexican lady at the ranch." Abigail said.
"Mexican bitch…" The old man mumbled.
"Shut the hell up, ol' man." John said. "If he wants to see her, it's no problem with me." Abigail murmured under her breath.
"May her sister rest in peace." John wasn't a very religious man but he knew that, not only his wife was, but that deep down he felt the same way. She was a nice woman. No. A nice girl. A nice, poor girl. Died for the one that she loved. Sonofabitch.
"What was her sister's name?" The old man asked.
"Luisa Fortuna." Said John.
"Can we change the subject?" Abigail asked. She was pretty sensible about that stuff." John I saw a mighty fine herd of horses. Why don't you go herd 'em?"
"What an idea!" Exclaimed the old man. He really liked that kind of stuff. So off they went. John and Uncle. They rode off to the plains and saw a few horses. John immediately took out his lasso and tried to get one. He missed by a few inches.
"Dammit!" He exclaimed. He readied his lasso again and threw it. He caught it this time. "Wow, calm down there boy." He got down from his horse and climbed up on the wild one. It was a fierce fight but he tamed it in the end. At the same time, Uncle got one too. They took the two horses back to the ranch. Over there they saw Miranda. She had been with Jack for a few months. They met truly by coincidence.
flashback 1912
Jack was in Armadillo having a drink. Maybe even have a drink too much. He felt the hot breeze on his face. He was drunk. He could barely stand on his feet. He was tripping and stumbling. He tried to catch balance on the door of the saloon but he just fell on the floor outside. Suddenly, he saw a man threatening a woman on the floor with a knife. And she wasn't even a whore. (I say that cuz it's usually whore's who get attacked.) That was the kind of stuff that made him mad.
"Hey!" he yelled. Why don't you pick on someone your own *hic* side!" Everyone laughed. A drunk man yelling at an angry drunk man. There was only one way this was going to end. There was a second of silence. Jack looking straight in the eyes of the drunk. A guy yelled at the angry drunk.
"Kill him, he's drunk! He probably doesn't even know where's his gun!" Once again, everybody laughed. A second later, the angry guy drawed his gun. But Jack was quicker. He shot, not only his gun out of his hand, but also his out in the air. Once again. Silence.
"Let her go." Jack said, a little sober(er?) than before. Everyone laughed again, this time at the the angry guy.
"Why you son-of-a..." He said taking out his shotgun. He didn't even have time to finish his sentence when he got a bullet in his forhead. Seeing the show was over, everyone left. Jack went towards the woman to help her up.
"You alright miss?" He asked.
"Yes. Yes, oh thank you. Gracias a dios. Why can't all men be like you?" She kissed him son the cheeks. She was really beautiful. Mexican. He lways had a thing for mexicans.
"What's a youg, beautiful lady like you doing in a slum like this?" He asked, being drunk. She blushed.
"oh well, I had to leave Mehico because of the revolution and...well this is all I can afford."
"The revoltion? That was years ago." Jack said.
"I know, I know. I wanted to go back to my country but...I hadn't had the chance yet. The people who took me there are dead and one person, whom I'll never forget, lives around here. I'm hoping to find him some day." She said.
"Well, this place is not good enough for you. Come to my place, you can sleep there. And in the morning, I'll help you find your friend." He said, calling his horse.
"Really? Oh, thank you." She threw herself in his arms and kissed him. She quickly blushed. "Oh, but...I don't even know your name. Mine is Miranda. Miranda Fortuna."
"Mine's...Oh damn it, I forget." She giggled. "But listen, it's already 10 O'clock. Let's go. Ok? You have stuff here?" She answered 'no' and off they went.
Word of the author : what I'm doing here is kinda of a alternative ending where John does not get killed by Ross and what is life would've been like ( by my point of view).
If you want me to add stuff, I'm open to suggestions.
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