Jack rode ahead of Seferina and Landon. He knew they would talk about John, and that's the subject he didn't want to think about. There was a very high chance he could lose his father again. The thought of him actually doing something to help haunted his mind, he only ran the other way, he thought he looked like a coward to John, if he was alive to see it. He lost the very person he loved most, besides Seferina. But what future did they have, running away from lawmen like cats chasing mice. Landon didn't look like he had that much years left of him. As they rode across the Mexican-American border, the three felt an uneasy feeling, especially Landon, who had enough years as a criminal to know a lot better than Jack and Seferina can in just a few years. He told Seferina about his suspicion, but she didn't listen. She could only think of Jack. Ever since their dwindling love started fading in Las Hermanas, she could only think of the possibilities of their relationship ending.

The bridge separating America and Mexico stood there with ash-stained wood, a few bullet holes here and there, blood spattered across the floor, and a dead body washed ashore on the river bank. Jack couldn't help but stare at the body. He looked undead. But showed major human characteristics, but he wasn't breathing. He immediately thought of John, and how he suffered a similar event. Jack dismissed the thought and kept going.

Landon's queer feeling came back, but with a stronger force than before. He went with extreme caution, he hadn't felt this uneasy in years following his plan to go to Mexico after the Blackwater Massacre. Jack and Seferina rode without care, but they're just younglings in crime. Suspicion became paranoia in a few short moments for Landon. Jack noticed his strange behavior, but said nothing. Jack kept saying to himself that he was just a paranoid old man.

"We better stop." Landon said sharply. He ignored the looks of the other two, "I have a bad feeling about this place."

"So we have to go back to Mexico just because you have a bad feeling?" Jack replied, trading past him. "If anything, I don't want to go." He went ahead of Landon, with Seferina following closely behind.

Landon rode in front their horse, and made an immediate stop. He looked towards them with a bitter look, "I didn't mean go back to Mexico."

"There's no trail."

"We don't need no fucking trail." Shortly after, a mysterious gun fire shot and killed the horse of Jack. Obviously a missed shot. Landon looked for the origin of the bullet with a strained look before going to other way. Jack stayed while Seferina followed Landon. A second gun fire came which shot Jack down, followed by more firing. Lawmen swarmed around Jack and were pursuing the other two. Seferina tried shooting them, whilst Landon kept going. But they didn't go far.

xxxx

"Get up. Get up, ya filthy degenerate!" Said the tall, masculine man, pouring a bucket of ice water on the sleeping Jack. The golden badge on his chest made it clear he was a lawman. The rushing water flowing on his bare skin made him shiver violently while the man before him laughed. "How does it feel to have the warmth taken from ya? Doesn't feel good, I know. You took my brother, and I can't wait till the others take yer life." Jack's mind raced with the thoughts of conspiracies and confusion. "Don't act all surprised, scum. Death sentence is what yer gettin'. Yer a dang fool not noticin' that sooner."

"Where the others?" Jack asked with the bright eyes he thought were lost.

The man chuckled before saying, "gettin' the beatin' they deserve." Jack's once-bright-eyes turned to rage, as he got up and tried to strangle the lawmen. After realizing he was cuffed to the brick wall behind him, he let out a puff of hot air. Right after, the lawman punched the boy to the ground. Blood shortly after oozed out from his nose, and the stinging pain from the dirt grinding on his wound made him stay on the ground. He clutched his nose, trying not to go and strangle the man again. He'll either break his hands off or get punched again. Jack laid on the dirt below him, not knowing how much time has passed. He just watched the sun beam from the tiny window going from one half of the room to the other. It wasn't till a matter of time when three lawmen came. One unlocked his cuffs, one put a ragged bag over his head, and the last one drug him somewhere. It wasn't far from where they last where, a couple meters they went.

"Fort Mercer! Behold! Your worst nightmares, dying like cowardly dogs," yelled a man with a rough sounding voice, soon after a rope was put over Jack's neck. He was assuming Landon and Seferina did also. Only raged filled Jack's mind. Quaking with anger, he thought of the way John died. Bleeding out while everyone around him was laughing, left to die in the hands of the people he once trusted. The only thing is, Jack never trusted a man of the law. "These...wretched people, killed your families, stole your money, ruined your lives! We will see justice in the name of America!" The crowd cheered, mixed with boos and laughter.

"I never committed any crimes on American soil, you white scums!" Seferina shouted, making most of the audience quiet. Murmurs were heard.

"She's right! And I payed off my bounty, dammit!" Jack could hear the mischievous giggles of the mad man he thought was left for dead on the side of Armadillo's road. Jack screamed as he tried to get out from the ropes that tied him together. Seconds after, a painful blow to the stomach shut him up. The air in his lungs were lost, and it took longer than it should to regain it.

xxxx

"There are two men in front of the gate. Likely guarding it. They got rifles too. Big ones," she said, hiding behind the bush holding the binoculars like it was sowed on her face. "I see a couple wooden boxes stacked on one another, but one of us gotta lift to each other to get on top." He didn't hesitate to go first. She followed behind, sneaking around the clay debris standing outside of Fort Mercer. He whipped out some old throwing knifes he found and threw one at the guard. He missed but it didn't fail to catch attention. The men went to investigate the failed attempt, but as they got close, he jumped out at killed stealthily with a rusted knife. The more silent they went down, the more the plan went smoother.

They both went towards the crates that sat on the side of Fort Mercer's walls. He didn't wait for her and he lifted her enough to climb up on top. Once she was up, and struggled to lift him. He distinctly remember a ladder and ran around to go to it. She jumped over and crouched behind the clay rails and seen the three criminals with ropes around their necks. The old guy on the podium looked lie he wasn't going to shut up about them for a while. Moments later she saw him waving his hand, telling her to come. She didn't waste time going.

"There he is." He sighed. "Damn government."

She piped in, "lets not fret about it. Not now, anyway. We need to find a way to get to them without being noticed." A gun fire shot and a thunderous roar sounded that echoed across the American dessert. At the split of a second, the ropes were pulled by a contraption that lifted Jack, Seferina, and Landon. Audible choking noises and gasps for air distressed him. He couldn't stand it anymore. He aimed his rifle, and everything slowed. As slow as everything was, he shot the ropes that was killing the three. The bullets ripped through and and down dropped Jack, Seferina, and Landon.

Three fell down, two breathed for air.

"Goddammit, John. You should've waited!" Yelled Bonnie. John ignored her and went on fighting the hostile lawmen with their Cattleman Revolvers. It was nothing compared to John's Volcanic Pistol. The lawmen were dropping like flies, next to the three persons lying on the boarded plank, struggling to get free. Bonnie helped, but she couldn't stand the screams of pain coming from the men on the other side of the fort. She was used to the reassuring sounds of zombies being out of their misery. Jack and Seferina wiggle to try to get free from their bindings that held them in an uncomfortable position. Landon was as still as a stick during a bad winter.

"Help us," howled Seferina. "Help!" At that moment, a man came from behind the woman and cut her free. But it wasn't out of affection. As soon as Seferina was out, the cold touch of a dagger pressed against her grim-covered neck. The more she struggled, the harder the knife pushed on her neck without cutting her.

"Not so fast, girlie."

A/N:With problems involving school work, family drama, personal problems, I haven't been able to work. I may be a bit slower to update from now on. I would expect one or two chapters. Thanks for reading