By 1899 the age of the outlaws and gunslingers was at an end.
America was becoming a land of laws…
Even the West had mostly been tamed.
A few gangs still roamed but they were being hunted down and destroyed…

Blackwater
1899

The age of civilization and industry is slowly shaping America… for better and for worse. I write this to remind myself that greed will always come first, what left of "free country" is being bought and sold by the rich and the politicians who couldn't care less unless it involved money.

There was a time I never cared who got in the way, shot women and children alike and I'm paying for my sins. I'm damned to live an eternal life of thinking and feeling the hundreds that suffered and have been for the last 10 years.

Now I drift from place to place, taking bounties and living off the land as best as I know how. Hunting has been most profitable and ironically… peaceful. Just me and my bow, mostly my thoughts as I've gotten quite good at skinning game and aiming at critical areas for a clean kill.

If only the Benjamin Elijah Harris who robbed, shot, and stole for a cause that was only for himself, he would see that where he was looking through the metaphorical trees. Life isn't something to cling on so tightly when you can't die.

Only the dead get closure, the living don't...

Benjamin's POV

The whole town's been in an uproar over the ferry robbery that had happened weeks ago, especially when the Van Der Linde gang's aptly named leader, Dutch shot a young woman on the boat they were robbing. Paper's say the name of the woman was Heidi McCourt a pretty enough young woman who was shot in the head, eye hanged out by a tendon and her brains plastered over a wall. Not so pretty any more.

I has just got back into Blackwater ever since helping Ms. LeClerk find her husband's killers. Everything has gone quiet since then as she had paid me handsomely for the trouble, enough money for me to leave and never look back.

Holding the reins in on Artemis, an Appaloosa breed of horse I had found in a cabin. She softly released a sigh as I patted her for a job done; earning her an oatcake as a reward.

"Hold here, girl." I say to Artemis pulling the reins over to a hitching post next to a general store. She nickered like a young child but nonetheless remained content.

A couple of minutes later I emerge from the general store having purchased some supplies for a hunting trip to the mountains, heard this time of the year was perfect for deer hunting but also wolves and bears looking to feed.

I rode for hours on end until sundown, finding a spot to camp and let Artemis rest a bit as we were nearing the Big Valley. I walked over to the campfire preparing some special arrows such as poison arrows and a couple for hunting small animals without damaging the pelts to sell later on, its only practical to prepare before heading out to hunt.

You never know what kind of wildlife you'll encounter, be it animal or human. Other than my bow sitting in the saddle was my Litchfield Repeater. It packs quite a kick when dealing with coyotes or destroying a bandits insides with the rounds of the express ammunition I always use. But my pride and joy are my twin custom-made Cattleman Revolvers.

Both lengthened and rifled to perfection, fine nickel plated finishes and rosewood grips with carvings of deer on each of the grips. Well worth it even if it was expensive, saved my life more than a handful of times.

As the nighttime sky cascaded down, I laid down on the bedroll while staring back at the starry sky with an impassive look on my stubbled mug.

'When will a vagabond like me find redemption?' I thought as I drifted off to sleep.

AN: Hey everyone, Hunterous here saying I hope you enjoyed the first chapter… apologies how short it is at the moment. Also wanted to thank JaneValentine007 you were the one who inspired me to write a RDR2 story and I humbly thank you for listening to my half baked idea :P Hopefully I will be updating more frequently and write longer chapters.

-Hunterous