Hello... this is inspired by Red Dead Redemption (google it or if you've played it, great! :) anyway, this is a fairly short first chapter, just to see how you guys react to how AU it is... it is super duper AU... and i hope my limited vocabulary skills, descriptive skills and 1910 knowledge will be able to tell the story I want to tell throughout the next few chapters... Hope you like it :)

Title: 1910
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Chapter 1: Wanted

It was the middle of spring, 1910 in the southwest state of New Mexico. The villagers of a small town of South Wheeler were going about their daily routines. To Miss Allison Cameron, this was home. She had grown up here under the care of her parents who taught her to read and write in a time where few women knew how or did so. When she was 18, Allison travelled up north-east, a journey that took about 5 days by horse and carriage, to Blackwater where she had studied medicine at the capital's university. After graduating, she came back to South Wheeler to open her own clinic. And this is where our story starts...

"HOLD STILL GOD DAMNNIT!" Allison shouted as she and a worker tried to restrain a screaming patient's leg which had to be surgically cut and removed to prevent an infection spreading further.

The screaming got louder, more painful and breathless as Allison quickly cut off the flesh around the bone. She threw the big scalpel into a wooden pail of water which quickly turned red after she was done.

"Alright, wrap him up please." She requested as she took off the cloth covering her face which was stained with blood.

The man continued screaming and crying, though not as loud as before. Allison was going out of her mind with all the noise he was producing.

"Hey, will you shut up already? It's over!" The blonde doctor snapped.

"FUCK YOU!" He screamed.

Allison rolled her eyes and sighed at the ungratefulness, "You'll thank me later..."

"Miss Cameron?" A voice from behind said followed by 3 knocks on the wooden pillar.

Allison turned around, "It's Doctor Cameron, Sheriff."

"Right... well I don't recognise women as doctors so I think I can call you whatever I want." He said arrogantly, twirling his handcuffs in the air with his index finger.

Not wanting to get into trouble with the corrupted and chauvinist piece of asshole standing in front of her, she calmed herself down for a moment before asking, "Well what are you doing here on such a fine day instead of gambling the town's money away at the bar?"

The sheriff smirked, though you couldn't really tell he was smirking because of the bushy moustache covering most of his lips, "That money was well spent on a few whores last night thank you... sadly, they weren't as pretty as you..." He blatantly checked out the doctor and grinned at Cameron's face getting redder in anger by the second, "Anyway your patient is one of mine... and I came to ask him what happened."

"Go right ahead." The doctor managed, still seething from anger. She wondered how someone like him could be sheriff. Allison stepped aside to let him through before starting to clean up the place with her nurse.

"Private, shut the fuck up and tell me who the hell did this..."

The man on the operating table sat up and held his crippled leg to his body. His face and body were drenched with cold sweat and tears. He began, stuttering as he spoke, "I-it was Thirteen and his gang. I-I was t-trying to stop them from robbing a carriage of food and money... the one where you told us to protect and they shot my leg and left me there on the road to die!"

Allison couldn't help but think he was being a little over dramatic.

"Did you get a good look at Thirteen?" The sheriff asked, as he furrowed his eyebrows and rubbed his chin.

"N-no sir... same as always, he had a red b-bandana around his face... same as what the w-wanted posters show. And as always, he scribbled '13' into the ground before leaving me."

"And he had his gang with him?"

"Y-yes sir, all five of them... with their black bandanas covering their faces..."

The sheriff slammed his fist onto the operating table in frustration. Allison's heart jumped. Thirteen and his gang members had been terrorising the state for the past few months and nobody got close to even knowing how they looked like. It was making him look very bad.

Allison smirked at the sheriff's frustration but wiped it off her face immediately when he looked up at her.

"Well, that was very helpful." He said sarcastically and turned to stomp off.

"S-sir, when do I start work again?" The private called out.

The sheriff burst out laughing, "Did you say you wanted to work, Private?" He continued laughing, "I have no use for a crippled..." he said coldly and left the clinic.

The private's head sank into his hands as he began crying.

Allison suddenly felt sorry for the disabled man and found that she had a new hatred for Thirteen and his gang of outlaws...

To be continued...