'John! Look over there!' We had been riding for days. But this sight was welcome. A few people were gathered around a fire. One turned around. He had black hair, and was wearing an orange shirt.
'Hello. What is your business here, partner?'
'We would like to um, join your gang?' Abi said. A man laughed. He was wearing a hat with a funny looking pin on the side.
"Please. We just wanted to know. If you won't accept us…"
'We need a good whore.' a man of medium height said, a smile spread over his lips. Not the kind of smile you would normally see on a sane man. But John didn't know then. He was too young…
"Hold on a minute. Abi couldn't do that…." Abigail was agreeing to do it!
"Abi please… don't…." She held up her hand. And I knew I was defeated.
'I have to, John Marston.' She smiled, a rare thing for her.
'Well I guess your in… John.' Dutch said, smiling.
'I'll show you around, John.' the man with a sombrero said.
'I'm Javier. Javier Escuella.' he said, shaking my hand. I thought he was a great person, that we were great people. But I was so wrong… we never should've joined….
We rode down the street. Seven o'clock, Escalera.
"Are we gonna rob that big villa?" I asked, pointing to it.
'Yes John.' Javier said. This was my first big raid. I had only been in the gang three weeks and I was already best friends with him.
"Great." Dutch had also taught me how to read. And Javier taught me as much Spanish as I needed to know.
'I'll teach you more, I promise.' he had said.
'Ready, John?' Bill said, smiling. Bill was a great guy too. So was Dutch… like family.
"Of course." he ran like wildfire through the street, raiding innocent people. I ran to the top of the hill, of course. I had to show them I was great. And smart. Especially smart. I walked slowly into the villa. Javier was straight behind me.
"Stick 'em up!" I yelled at a stout man. He told me in Spanish he was rich, and that I couldn't rob him.
"You wish!" I knocked him out cold with the butt of my rifle. I shot him for good measure.
'You killed the second most richest person in Mexico.' Javier breathed. I raided him, and he was carrying a briefcase full to the brim of money.
"We've gotta go to Dutch." We literally ran down the hill.
'Dutch! Look!' I opened the briefcase. Dutch was speechless.
"John Marston! You little devil!" he said, smiling. I told Abigail later on and she was grinning.
'You're the best, John.' She hugged me, like the kid that I was, I enjoyed it. But it couldn't last…
