John Marston woke up feeling good. He turned to see that his wife Abigail was already awake and making breakfast. He smelled the sausage, the eggs, and the toast. He slung his rifle over his back and made his way to the kitchen. He noticed his son sitting at the table, with his head buried in his book. "Smells excellent, dear" said John. "You eat more cattle than what you can produce, John" He walked to his wife and kissed her. He sat down at the head of the table with his son. "Whatchu readin', Jack?" he asked. "Oh, it's just a leisure book, something about monsters, sir." Abigail brought the plates to the table and sat with her family. "Eat up boys, you both have a long day ahead of you" she said.
"That's right Jack, first we have to go find that useless uncle and then bring the cattle back into the pen" said John. "We better get to it then, Pa."
John and Jack made their way to the hitching post where they keep the horses. "You know Jack, you're starting to get pretty good with that rifle. Maybe sometime soon I'll take you hunting, see if we can't bag ourselves a few elk." "That would be great sir." Jack says. "You know, someday you're gonna have a family and make an excellent rancher." "Yes, sir" Jack says. "I sure hope so." "I have a feeling that uncle is out in the pasture, sleeping as usual." The two rode out to the pasture, a few minutes outside of their home in beechers hope. They saw uncle asleep under the shade of the big tree in the pasture. "Gitup, you useless old man!" said John. "Ergghh, I was just resting my eyes" said Uncle. "Sure you were old man, now get on your horse and help us bring the cattle back in." "You need to respect the elderly John, someday I'm not gonna be here to help you anymore and you're gonna regret treatin' me like this."
The three boys made it to the pasture and saw the cattle grazing. Uncle spotted a piece of metal glinting in the sun. "What is it uncle?" said Jack.
"I don't know, but I have a funny feeling about this, we should go on foot." "You always have a funny feeling, you crazy old man" said John. They went over to examine the metal glint. There lie a man with a bullet in his back and a revolver in his hand. He was barely conscious. "What happened?" asked John. The man coughed some blood before faintly replying "They're after your family, John. Please go home, your family is not safe."
John raced back to his horse and sped off down the path. He made it just in time to see a group of government men riding up to his house. They noticed John and began to fire their rifles at him. One had shot his horse and knocked John off. He took cover behind the horse carcass and returned fire on the men. A few rounds had struck a man in the chest, he ran a few yards before falling over, dead.
Just then Jack and Uncle rode up and hopped off their horses and took cover behind some crates. Jack racked a round into his repeater and took aim. He fired and hit one of the men in the right shoulder, knocking the gun out of his hand. Just stood up and fired three shots into the same man, one in the groin, one in the chest, and one in the neck. The man grabbed his neck as blood began to gush between his fingers. He fell on his side. John ran up to the house to check on his wife. A man was behind her, holding a gun to her head. "Hello, John" said the man. John said nothing, he only took a deep breath and slowly squeezed the trigger of his revolver. The bullet left the chamber and entered the man's eye and through the back of his head. Abigail ran to John and hugged him. John heard more gunfire outside. He handed Abigail his rifle. "We need to finish this" he says. "Once and for all."