1914
Jack rode his horse down the trail, passing Manzanita Post on the way. Jack was not himself; he just killed Edgar Ross, the man who the people loved, the man who killed his father. Jack loving, young self, was no more. He tossed his life away. He could have been a writer, make a few books; get money to save his mother from her sickness. Why didn't he do it? He could have saved her by doing something he's good at. He decided to work for it, which ended up failing.
This is one of the happiest days of the past few years of Jack Marston's life, he knew what he was doing, and he knew what to do about halfway between Plainview and Fort Mercer. He went past Nekoti Rock. His father's horse he was riding, A Kentucky Sadler, A very old one as a matter of fact. Found out the MacFarlane's gave it to him all those years ago from his fathers journal. At last he came to his destination. Cochinay. The place where his father was redeemed.
He rode his horse to the 3rd camp. Hitched it at a hitching post, pulled out his fathers Mauser Pistol and shot it a point blank in the head. Jack watched it as its legs fell to the ground in a heap.
"It's better for you to die this way." Jack said quietly.
He walked up the stairs to the second floor and breathed heavily as he pasted the Machine Gun. He walked up to the cave exit, where Dutch Van Der Linde died 3 years ago. He looked down, and saw a large drop, and went back into the cave.
He found where Dutch must have lived. He found an armory and put it in the cave. Jack put all of his and his father's weapons they collected, and he went to Dutch's Desk, pulled out his old blank books, and created his master piece.
About 4 hours later he went through 3 of his blank books, telling of an Adventure of Redemption. He put them in the armory and took off his father's hat. Found a decent container to put it in and put it in the armory as well. Put his satchel, bandolier, gun belt, and his fathers old clothes, along which was his duster coat and poncho. Jack folded them up nicely and put them in their. Jack toke off the final possession of his fathers, his scabbard for his rifles. He had it custom made, so he could have something no one else would have. He put in a photograph of John Marston, Abigail Marston, and Uncle, taken before he and his mother were taken away. He also had a photograph of himself now, which he toke before he went hunting for Edgar Ross. He put in all of Johns possessions, including his collection of newspapers. He finally closed the armory, and went outside to the exit. Paused for a second, looked out to the edge, looking out into nowhere, and said. "I see you already, and don't you worry pa, someday, your Legacy will live on."
Then he smiled, tilted forword, and almost instantly, came to the father.