Author's Note): This is the first story that I have typed and put on a public website, I had prewritten this story in a journal of mine. Please Review!
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Ch.1
Far back in the wild west, the ever moving eyes of this world settled from their unrest upon a young man. A young man who had survived for about twenty-five years, a ripe age. This young man had been born with guilt, a guilt that that was not his own. He had been born to a wealthy family, wealthy not from purely business but more of a bloodthirsty practice. A long family line of men who killed for the right price, the most recent of these men, the young man's father, had earned his fortune killing Indians for their land and resources.
With all his money earned however, the father couldn't help but cheat for that chip of gold he so desired. The father had been given the silver tongue of the devil and his lust for money as well, only one of these traits passed to his son. Upon the birth of his second son, the father already knew what the world shall know this new legend as.
The young man's name was William Forrester.
Due to his father's wealth, William was well educated, especially for at the time. William even surpassed his teachers, to the delight of his father, but William quickly learned of his family's history. He wasn't pleased about his less than honorable family past. Only after his twentieth birthday did William bring up his distaste in his legacy. His father was somewhat surprised about how his son felt about it. William was spiteful and angry, his father made him stay quite. For about five years of anger and spite built itself within William. A bomb ready to go off.