After leaving the saloon with all the information he got from the barman, he walked over to where his mare was tied and rode on it. He stroked the white mare's mane and whispered to her.

"Let's get going, Kisara. We have some business to finish."
And following the tips given by the bartender, he rides towards East, looking for the drunk man's burned house. However he wasn't aware that a pair of eyes was watching him after he left...

The sun was moving slowly towards its setting, painting the sky with all the colors of red and orange, as if the sun was getting red and melting all over the sky. The white mare was slowly walking at her master's orders as her strong feet were walking steadily on the dusty ground. The sun was on their backs and it helped horse and rider find their way towards the east. The mare's white hair was also waving at the half-cool breeze that came over the desert after the scorching sun of the morning...
The small duo seemed like one body at the large, black shadow both of them were casting by the sun that was on their backs. However even the most careful rider of all time would be enchanted by this magic, spread all over the red desert. So Seth letting the breeze cool him down a little and satisfied to get a lead for his new hunt of vengeance, he didn't notice the sound of a few horses away from him in the desert. Besides carriages and couches that carried goods and water or some rich bank clerk from city to city weren't unusual this late of hour...

After hours of riding towards the east, the rider finally spotted something in the distance that looked like remnants of what had once been a house. He reined the mare to slow down and cautiously approached the wreckage of the building, carefully examining every detail of it.

"It seems the barman was right, after all. There was, indeed, a house being burnt at this location. Maybe if I take a better look, I can still find some clues about who did this..."
He dismounted from his mare and examined the ruins of the house. The burnt wood snapped under his feet as he walked through the remnants of the building. He bent down to look at something on the ground, when suddenly his mare whinnied. She was strangely agitated, which was a sign that something was wrong. The gunslinger drew the revolver and looked around, searching for whatever or whoever had scared his mare. He could feel that something was strange.

Suddenly from the ruins all around, five men dressed in black, with white scarves and black hats surrounded him.

"This is as far as you go, Seth McLeach!", one of them says in authoritative voice

Seth was tense. He held the gun cable firmly; fingers ready to pull the trigger. Anger filled his eyes as he stared at the men in front of him. Damn it, how could had he been so careless? A drop of sweat ran down his spine, however, the gunslinger haven't showed his nervousness towards the situation, instead, his face was of pure anger and hate.

"Oh, so now my father sent his men to do his dirty job? What a coward man he is! Why don't you go back and then him to face me in a duel? Is it because he is afraid to die by the hands of his own son?"

"Don't get cocky and arrogant my friend. Giovanni is busy to deal with the likes of you. We're representing him at the moment."
As if on a queue the guns around him made the "click" sound of arming the bullet.

"We know you're legendary with your gun. We rode together many times in the past, after all, but not even the legendary Seth McLeach can take down all of us at the same time!"

Seth felt his blood freeze. He aimed his own gun, ready to shoot, even though he knew that this was probably his last moments alive.

"If I'm going to hell, you are all going with me."
And then he pulled the trigger.

One of the men falls to the ground dead and at the same time his own hand by reflex pulls the trigger and fires in the air. The pure-white mere was now screeching hitting her strong feet to the ground and the horses that were stopped at a distance from the spot were doing the same.
The men were starting to fire at will and the gunshots were following like a rain of steel while the dust was raised off the ground. The men were running around the burnt ruins to find cover behind a burnt piece of wood or a rock to keep on firing or reload their guns...
One shot passed right next to the ear of the white mare, which stood to her back legs screeching loudly but also by worried-ness for her master. The brave horse rushed forward instead of running away and stepped over a man who screamed in pain, almost invisible under the cloud of dust it raised from the ground.
The others ran to stop the strong horse. Suddenly the bullet coming from one of the Giovanni's men rushed in the air and got hit into Seth's right thigh.

The young gunslinger felt a searing pain spread along his right thigh, and he ducked behind a damaged wall. He tried to ignore the pain, but it was too intense and he wasn't able to concentrate straight in the battle.
But then he heard the desperate neighing of his mare and stood up instinctively and shot in the direction of the men who were trying to stop his horse, hitting one of them on the leg. However, by exposing himself, he got hit again, but this time on his lower right torso and he fell backwards, feeling the intense pain spread through his body.
Suddenly the sounds of gunfire and the neighing of his horse seemed to blend as his vision darkened and the pain overwhelmed him.

A little before he loses consciousness one of the men went above him with the gun barrel pointing at him.

"Giovanni sends his regards..." he says before shooting one last time at the same spot his previous bullet hit him in the torso and then the bounty hunter loses consciousness.

And with this, Giovanni's men move away, leaving behind the unconscious body of the young bounty hunter to be devoured by the coyotes. The white mare runs to her master's body and pokes him with her snout, in an attempt to reanimate him. When he doesn't reacted to her nuzzle, the animal whinnied desperately. The whinny of the horse echoed through the desert, like a mournful cry.

The horse neighs made the bounty hunter regain part of his consciousness. He got up with difficulty, grabbing the mare's saddle, and, using the last of his strength, he rode the animal towards the nearest city to find help. However, because of the severity of his injuries, he couldn't make it and he lost consciousness again, falling from his horse into the dusty ground.
The white mare stopped when she no longer felt her master's weight on her back and came back for him, standing by his side. She let out another desperate whinny and poked his body with her snout again, in another attempt to wake him up, but again, her master didn't responded to her nuzzle. The strong animal stood on her back legs and whinnied desperately, as if she was trying to call out for help.

And the desert seemed never-ending...

Yup! Like you guys asked for! Here's the next chapter of my roleplay with AnaPaulaDBZ (Deviantart)

The second part is quite obvious here! Now what's going to happen to Seth McLeach? What is about to happen to him in general (not only in body but also in soul? Wait and see

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