Vincente De Santa and Archer Fordham moved forward.

'There's Beecher's Hope!'

'Thank God!' Vincente said.

John Marston was standing outside, taking in the cool night air. He heard horse hooves. Not a lot of them, but horse hooves he heard.

'What the-' He whistled for his horse. He mounted his beautiful Kentucky Saddler.

'There's John. Better go talk to him, Vincente.' Archer said.

'You have to come with me, Fordham.'

John jumped off his horse. He recognized that voice….. Vincente! Vincente De Santa must've got a second chance too!

'Vincente! Come out here and face me like a man!'

'Oh I will John!'

'I will too.' Archer and Vincente came into view.

'Marston! I say, it's been a few weeks since I've seen you!'

'De Santa, I know why you're here. Archer too. Is he your new boyfriend or what?' John smirked.

'He has helped me find you, and I say he'll help me kill you! Like you killed me John! I say, I thought you were cute, until that moment.' John pulled out his pistol. They pulled out their's too.

'John, if you do something for me I'll consider letting you live.' De Santa smiled evilly.

'And what's that?' John asked.

'I get to see your son, and see if he would like to engage in relationship with me, since you killed Montemayor.'

'I'll let you talk to him, but if you harm him I swear-' De Santa cut him off. He walked into the house.

'Pa?' Jack asked.

'Son, I have a visitor for ya.' John said. Jack ran out of his room.

'Hello sir!' he said to De Santa.

'I am Vincente De Santa. If you didn't know.'

'Aren't you gay?' Jack asked. John chuckled. De Santa pulled out his gun and pointed it at John's head.

'Now, if you don't engage in a relationship with me, John will die!' he cocked the pistol back.

'DAD!' he said.

'I've killed for less.' John said.

'Shut up. Now Jack, decide.' De Santa knew the answer before Jack said it.

'I will.' John shot De Santa in the leg.

'I have to go kill Archer, son. Patch up De Santa will ya?' Abigail ran in the room and patched up his leg. John ran outside. He shot Archer through the head, killing him instantly.

I stood up. I had to talk to De Santa. So he could be fulfilled in life. Why he came back for a second chance.

"De Santa. Why did you come back?" I asked.

'I-' Suddenly, the Strange man, which John knew was God, appeared.

'John. De Santa. I think you know what happens now.'

'One of us dies.' Tears formed in De Santa's eye's. John nodded, he knew this was coming.

'I'm really sorry, son.' God said to John.

'De Santa, you were always a crazy man.' he told De Santa.

'Dad?'

'John?'

"Abigail, son, I love you both.", he turned to De Santa, "And I always thought you were funny."

'And I thought you were just another crazy American.'

John didn't feel anything, he just saw blackness. De Santa felt and saw the same thing.

'Well John, Vincente, I think you two deserve heaven.'

And they couldn't agree more.

I actually loved writing this story. It was fun! I hope everyone enjoys it too!

RDR Freak,

Leroux'sPhantom