AN: Just to let you know, I don't think I ever stated what year this was based in.

Now the Red Dead Redemption World is set in about 1911, unfortunately for me and my silly mind as I started writing, I forgot to factor in that the Gold Rush was from about 1848-1855, so yes, it's not quite accurate to the game - but we will pretend that what happened in Red Dead Redemption happened about fifty-odd years earlier;
as this story is supposed to take place a year after Jack Marston kills Ross. (For those who know what I mean - with regards to the game).
Sorry about that.
And yes I do mention Texas, which became a state (according to the online source) in 1845 - so I'm safe mentioning it. Lol.

Enjoy Chapter 9.


Chapter 9:

Today Santana was getting her stitches out. She healed remarkably well and was already up and about helping Brett when he everywhere in the small town fixing things or breaking horses.
Brett was also busy getting annoyed telegrams from his Father about his inadequacy of finding Williamson, Quinton had just returned from being a few days in San Francisco with Rachel. So this gave the two a bit more personal time, with Sue of course adding odd quips here and there telling Brett that he's too soft to be a cowboy.

Currently Brett held Santana's hand as Quinton removed her stitches.

After that, he bandaged up her wounds as needed.

"Okay, keep them clean, and you should be healed up in no time," Quinton said with a smile.

"Thank you," Santana said as she moved into Brett's arms.

"No problem,"

"Hey, I just want to go take a nap, I'm tired," Santana said.

"Sure, I'll be there soon," Brett said as he kissed her cheek making her smile.

When she left the room Quinton looked at Brett with a smirk, "So, you two uh, riding together now?" he asked.

"No, not yet, I want to, she's a damn fine woman, but I couldn't," Brett said.

"Ah, I see,"

"You know, emotional scars and all that, plus sometimes she still wakes up screaming,"

"It's fair enough brother, you don't have to explain yourself,"

"Right,"

"So meat bags, you're here," Sue said as she came in and sat down on a chair.

"Hi Pistol," Quinton said as Brett waved.

"Aaron Williamson were spotted in Escalera, we can catch them there, the Mexican Police won't be able to hold them there for long," Sue said to Brett.

"The police are involved?" Brett asked.

"Nope, they're just pretending to celebrate with Williamson and a couple of his men, they may help us later, but I doubt it,"

"I see, well, let's saddle up then,"

"Good let's go,"

"Sure," Brett said as he got up, "I uh, just have to go say bye,"

Sue shook her head as Quinton laughed.

Brett walked into the bedroom to see Santana dozing. He sat down and kissed her shoulder.

"Sanny, they found him, so I have to go do my job," Brett said, "But I will be back for you, I promise,"

Santana stirred a bit but didn't waken as Brett pressed a kiss softly on her lips.

Once he was ready to go, Brett saddled his horse and the three took off towards Escalera.

Brett had a bit on his mind, now that he was catching Williamson he didn't have a reason to stay in Mexico, there was no work for him there, not really.

And he still had to return to the states to catch Dutch.

Crap.

He wanted to be with Santana, more than anything else. And he wasn't sure what to do, I mean, there was no guarantee she'd want to stay with him now that she's somewhat better.


At Escalera the three hitched their horses and walked in nonchalant.

The locals who were there looked at them, but didn't say much.

Brett looked up and saw a compound that was surrounded by walls.

"Williamson is inside that building, so, we're going to have to find a way in and then shoot 'em up," Sue said.

"Okay," Brett said, "Well, what will we do, it's not like we can just waltz in,"

"And it seems like the cops are out here and don't plan on helping," Quinton added.

Sue smirked as she walked towards a couple of the locals, "¿Hola, si le pagué veinte pesos, nos tomará en esa área allá arriba escondida debajo del heno?" (Hello, if I paid you twenty peso's, will you take us into that area up there hidden underneath the hay?)

The man looked hesitant, "La gente en hay gente mala, no quiero morir" (The people in there are bad people, I don't want to die).

"Sólo recoja el carro y diga que lo dejará para el muchacho estable para cuidar de él e ir, le daremos su dinero después de que nuestro trabajo se haga," (Just take the wagon in and say you'll leave it for the stable boy to look after it and go, we will give you your money after our job is done).

The man hesitated again before finally saying, "Bien, lo haré, pero lo haré treinta pesos, tengo una familia para alimentarme," (Okay, I'll do it, but make it thirty peso, I have a family to feed).

"Good man," Sue said in English as she shook his hand.

Twenty minutes later the three were hidden underneath the hay and were taken into the complex.

Brett felt itchy, he had hay caught in his shirt and was tempted to move but knew he couldn't.

When night fell the three climbed out of the hay, Brett was happy to be free of the wagon, never again, he hoped.

Inside the house of the compound they heard men laughing.

"That's him," Brett said as he looked through the window.

By the time they managed to creep into the house, Aaron Williamson was sitting on his own in the Dining Room drinking, completely unaware that his men had been hogtied and gagged.

Brett went in and put his pistol against his back, "Don't move, don't scream, you're under arrest Williamson," Brett said, "Now get up,"

Williamson got up and smirked, "You think you can take me boy? What are you anyway?"

"Doesn't matter,"

Williamson grabbed a knife quickly and swung at Brett and cut him across the chest.

"Shit," Brett said as he put a hand onto his bloodied chest.

"You won't take me," Williamson said as he lunged.

Brett rolled out of the way and shot at Williamson's leg.

"Damn it you bastard," he yelled and took out a small pistol and shot Brett in the shoulder.

Brett yelped in pain.

The gun shot alerted the people who weren't yet tied and a gun battle took place, Brett shot most of them, Sue and Quinton shot the others, again, Sue killed the ones she shot as Quinton and Brett just injured them enough so they couldn't move.

When it ceased, Aaron Williamson was breathing hard on the floor, he knew he was going to die.

"Shoot me then you fucker," he gritted out.

"You might put him out of his misery of the gallows," Sue said.

"No, I'm tying him up and he can go to my Father, I need him alive," Brett said.

"Why?"

"My own reasons,"

Brett hogtied the man up and dragged him out of the complex. He let out an annoyed sigh as he realised his Father was there waiting for him.

"Hi Pa," he said.

"Son, you got him," his Father said.

"Told you I would,"

"Good,"

"No need to be worried about me bleeding or nothing,"

"You're breathing, I don't need to worry,"

"Sure, there are other men in there, you can take them with you,"

"Good thing I brought the paddy wagon then,"

"Yeah,"

"You did good, son," His father said as he looked at Brett.

"Thank you, Pa," Brett said.

"You uh, you coming back to the U.S. now,"

"You have the paper work I requested?"

"Yes, done and done, hope it was worth it,"

"It will be,"

"Okay then,"

"I'll be going to California to the town of McKinley, I was thinking I might consider making it a lawful town, of sorts, you know, bringing in a law book, my friends from there will help me,"

"Thinking of becoming a Sheriff?"

"Something like that Pa,"

"Well, if you need help,"

"I know, thank you,"

"You made me proud son, you became your own man, now tell me, is it true?"

"What, Pa?"

"That you have a nickname now?"

"Yes, it's The Bison Bullet,"

"Terrifying,"

"I can be,"

"Good man, I'll see you back at Blackwater sometime,"

"Will do Pa,"

"The trains are up and running, and if you're done with living in Ohio or thinking of New York,"

"I never planned on going back, and New York had a ship that was took me to California, this was before the rails were up and running,"

"Ah, good, California's a good place, and you won't have to travel far to get to Blackwater,"

"Why'd ya move?"

"Government needed me too, and from what I heard, Dutch and his boys moved from Tall Trees in Colorado, too cold or something like that, but they're coming to California, so,"

"I get it,"

"Oh, and son,"

"Yes,"

"Get them wounds looked at, can't have you dying on me now, will be in touch about Dutch,"

Brett smirked as he watched his Dad drive away.


The ride back to Chuparosa was hard, his body hurt from the fight, he had bruises, Quinton had offered to look at his wounds there, but Brett figured it'd be better back at the inn so he could bath and relax.

Once there, Sue decided she was going to play poker and get some action.

"She can do that?" Brett asked Quinton.

"Yeah, didn't you know that she has a partner here?" Quinton said.

"No, I mean, I never saw him,"

"Her,"

"Her? Really?"

"Yeah, sweet Latina woman too,"

"Latina's are wonderful,"

Quinton laughed, "C'mon brother, let me look after your wounds,"

As Quinton cleaned Brett's wounds, and much cursing coming from the taller blonde as the medicine cleaned and stung his cut across his chest, and as Quinton took out the bullet lodged in his shoulder and stitched him up, Santana was just outside after hearing him scream in pain, not that he knew that.

"You're lucky Bison, man gave you a clean cut, it's not deep enough to need stitching, but you'll need these bandages, okay, as for your shoulder, keep it clean and don't get it too wet," Quinton said.

"I can still move it, now that that bullet is out, I'm fine, is it okay for me to still do things?" Brett asked.

"Yeah should be fine, rest it for now, I'll put it in a sling and if you wanna do work, do it, but if it starts to hurt, stop doing whatever the hell it is you're doing,"

"Shall do,"

"Right, you're done, I'm going to hit the sack, one of the guys hit me in the back while aiming for my head, got a bruise the size of Texas, so I'm calling it a night,"

"Sure thing brother,"

Brett buttoned up his shirt as he got up.

Santana heard him get up as she walked quickly back to her room and waited for him.

She felt scared and angry, especially now learning that he got injured at the same time, so she waited.

Brett walked into the room unaware of how she was feeling.

"Oh, hi, you're up," he said as he looked at her.

Santana looked at him.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Still she said nothing.

"Bonita?" he asked, and that's when she let it go.

"Cómo le podría ir ahí y no decirme, tan me preocupé y ahora oigo que se ha pegado un tiro y se ha cortado abierto," she yelled at him. (How could you go out there and not tell me, I was so worried and now I hear that you've been shot and cut open).

"Santana, lo siento, pero usted estaba dormido y necesité ir de otra manera yo nunca lo cogería," he said back to her (Santana, I'm sorry, but you were asleep and I needed to go otherwise I'd never catch him).

"Lo siento? Siente, Brett, tan me asusté que me había abandonado, solo, no sabía donde era, creía que me abandonó absolutamente solo," (Sorry? You're sorry, Brett, I was so scared that you had left me, alone, I didn't know where you were, I thought you left me all alone).

As a bit more understanding crossed his face, Brett sat down next to her on the bed as he pulled her into a hug.

Santana unbuttoned his shirt and made him take it off as she softly touched his chest and kissed it, "Tan me asusté que no volvía, y luego oía que se hirió, no le puedo perder Brett," (I was so scared that you weren't coming back, and then hearing you got injured, I can't lose you Brett).

"Hey, hey, shh," Brett said in a comforting tone, "Hey, you won't lose me, okay,"

"But what if I do?" she asked as she put a hand on his face.

Brett leaned in and kissed her, "You won't,"

"But you're finished now, you don't have a reason to stay in Mexico,"

"Yes I do, you, I would stay for you,"

"Brett,"

"Come with me to the U.S., you can have a new life there, with me," Brett said as he placed a hand on Santana's face.

"Why?" Santana asked.

"Because I want you too, because I'd like you to be with me,"

"But I am broken,"

"You are beautiful,"

"You can't fix me,"

"I don't plan too,"

"I'm not an American,"

"My Father is a government man, I asked him to make you an American a few weeks ago,"

"Why do you want me so much?"

"Because I care about you, and I want you to come with me and have a better life that you know you won't get here,"

"Is that all?"

"No, I also want to be with you,"

Santana hugged him tightly and cried as Brett caressed her back and kissed the top of her head.

"Quiero estar con usted, pero tengo miedo de las conversaciones y las miradas," she said to him. (I want to be with you, but I'm afraid of the talks and the looks).

"No importa lo que otra gente piensa, lo que importa es lo que piensa, lo que quiere," Brett said back. (It doesn't matter what other people think, what matters is what you think, what you want).

"Pero la gente todavía hablará de mí a mis espaldas, pero de todos modos tengo que reconocer que le amo y no quiero estar con alguien más, sólo usted, por favor, por favor diga que me ama atrás," (But people will still talk about me behind my back, but still I have to accept that I love you and I don't want to be with anyone else, just you, please, please say you love me back).

Brett paused as he stopped caressing her back and pulled back to look at her.

"Brett?" she started but he stopped her as he kissed her lips deeply.

"Te amo, más que mí he amado nunca cualquier persona, y le conozco amor imitación, por debajo todo el esto," he said to her as he softly touched her face. (I love you, more than I've ever loved anyone, and I know you love me too, underneath all this).

"¿Realmente?" (Really?)

"Sí, y debido a esto, sé, que todo va a ser bien," (Yes, and because of that, I know, that everything is going to be okay).

He felt Santana relax into his arms as she sighed.

He kissed the top of her head as he felt her kiss his chest softly as he smiled. He felt happy. Santana was coming back with him.

And as the two fell into a peaceful slumber, Santana, for the first time in a long time, felt safe and comforted in the arms of a man.