It had been about a month since John had left and in that time span, he had met a western legend, two revolutionaries, saved presumably innocent prisoners from execution and was betrayed by the Mexican Army, and facing death on multiple occasions. However, for now, his main focus was still finding Javier Escuella, Bill Williamson, and killing Colonel Allende for double-crossing him, De Santa was already dealt with. He needed to work with the head of the revolution itself, Abraham Reyes and he himself was a pain in the ass as a character... It was his only option though, and he felt like he owed Abraham a little after saving his life from De Santa and his dogs. Riding to Agave Viejo, upon walking into the building he began hearing some... Questionable noises, and walking into the main room he quickly looked away after the scene of Abraham and a peasant woman fucking burned itself into his corneas.
"John! Excuse me! Oye, mamita. Cuándo te vea la próxima vez, que sea un poco mas durito, eh? And I mean rougher, huh." He chortled as the woman did her best to cover her unmentionables as she slinked out of the room, and John as a gentleman, kept his eyes away from her and his hands up so they didn't even brush her.
"What would your most loyal follower, Luisa say about that?" He interrogated, he really shouldn't talk, after bedding Bonnie he really didn't have any room to talk.
"Who?" Abraham inquired dumbly.
"Luisa. The girl from Campo Mirada." John scoffed, rolling his eyes, if only Luisa knew how much Abraham disregarded her.
"Ah, her. A gentleman never tells, but she was a most wonderful, ay... I just say she was incredible, yes. Let me tell you something. I strongly recommend her. You take her when you have the chance, my brother." Abraham cackled, while Luisa was a beautiful girl, she was innocent and John wouldn't take advantage of that.
"She thinks she's your wife." John informed, watching Abraham snort with laughter.
"My wife! These peasant girls. They believe every word a fellow says. So naive! It's really quite charming. I love peasants. Don't you love peasants? I love them, they have such purity." He exulted.
"Are you going to marry her?" John asked out of curiosity.
"Marry a peasant? My dear boy, don't be absurd. I'm going to be the next president of Mexico. My wife will meet ambassadors, kings, other great men. The very thought that I would marry some peasant girl with a tight cunt, and the hands of a farmer, well I really don't think so. My mother, qué Dios la cuide , will turn in her grave." Abraham revealed.
"Interesting." John commented simply enough, he would not degrade Abraham for two reasons, one being that he saved John's life, and the second was that John would be a hypocrite, he was cheating on his wife after all.
"But come on, let's run. I've got an amazing present for you, my brother, ah yes. The man you seek... Together, we will bring him to justice! Let's go." Abraham howled as they two walked out to the wagon.
"Hold on... Can you do me a favor before we go?" John asked reluctantly.
"Sure John, anything." Abraham crowed and John hesitated but pulled out a letter.
"Look, I'm under strict surveillance from the government, so sending personal things will make my life hell... I was wondering if perhaps maybe your boys could run this to New Austin... To Hennigan's Stead on the MacFarlane's Ranch." He advised.
"That's a long way, John... Might I ask why?" Abraham questioned, snatching the letter and looking at the name. "Miss MacFarlane..? You got a wife?" He asked.
"... I do... But she ain't my wife." John replied honestly.
"Oh ho ho! You got a tight cunt of your own, aye John?" Abraham seemed to praise, a vein slightly popping out of John's forehead.
"She's... A little more than that... Look can you get the letter to her or not?" He asked.
"Of course! Of course! Through love, anything is possible my friend!" Abraham laughed and whistled, one of his followers coming over. "I need you to take this to New Austin, MacFarlane's Ranch to a Miss Bonnie MacFarlane." He mused, wiggling his brows at John.
What had John gotten himself into? At least his letter would hopefully be delivered...
"Miss MacFarlane, I assure you I'm right." Doctor Johnston said seriously.
"A-Are you sure I'm not just under the weather?" Bonnie inquired desperately.
"Miss MacFarlane, you asked for my professional opinion, didn't you say you haven't gotten your monthly bleed yet? You said it was over two weeks late?" He asked and Bonnie went rigid, reaching up and running a hand over her head. "I'm sorry if this isn't the news you wanted, if you get your bleed then don't worry about it but... Until then I assure you, that you're pregnant." He stated and began writing some things down. "I can get you something for nausea so that you can work but I suggest that you start planning for the time when you are no longer able to work." He said and gave her the prescription.
"Thank you... I will." She sighed and then took the bottle of medicine from him.
"Just bring this back if the nausea persists I'll give you more when you need it." He explained. "And... If you need someone to talk to... I know a good therapist." He said and Bonnie tilted her head.
"I'm sorry?" She asked.
"Well... I know what happened to you was traumatizing... And now... I'm just offering some more help for your situation." He answered and it clicked in her head, he thought she was raped... She never told him or her father that she wasn't, and if her father knew John impregnated her... She had to go with this.
"Oh... W-Well I appreciate it... I'll think about it, Doctor." She said and ducked out the door.
Shit... John wasn't even here for her to tell him that he was going to father another child. He probably didn't want another child out of wedlock but he didn't have a choice and neither did he... This would always be a secret between her and John as long as he wanted it to be. She got onto the cart and sighed, reaching down and gently caressing her belly, she shouldn't presume yet, Doctor Johnston couldn't be certain this early in the pregnancy but... In her heart... She knew.
She had to be careful now, she didn't want to risk hurting her child. She was so worried, so paranoid about what John would do, or say... She wouldn't blame him for disappearing but... She wouldn't regret her child. Upon riding home she wondered how much her baby would look like John... Smiling at the thought until the rode back in. She had to be serious, she had to act devastated, yet strong for her father because she couldn't hide a pregnancy forever.
Walking into the farmhouse, Drew was sitting on the couch reading the paper casually.
"What did the doctor say?" He called and Bonnie approached him quietly, sitting in front of him in an uncomfortable fashion before she gulped.
"... Daddy, I need you to be calm..." She said softly, watching him raise his brows and put his paper down.
"... A-After I was... Kidnapped... I-I... I'm just going to be honest... The doctor thinks I'm pregnant." She muttered, unable to look up to his horrified expression.
"Y-You were..."
"Don't." Bonnie stated. "... I don't want to think about it, I don't want to talk about it." She says seriously and looked up to him. "... I just... Wanted you to know." She breathed.
"... Y-You... You..." Drew stood up and turned away, reaching up and rubbing his eyes and his forehead, hearing him sniffle, Bonnie felt a pang in her heart for lying, making him think something truly horrible happened to her; after regaining his composure he looked to Bonnie. "You don't have to do this." He sniffed, making Bonnie raise a brow.
"I can't just... Not do pregnancy." She replied.
"I mean... You don't have to raise it..." He replied and Bonnie huffed.
"I will... It's my baby after all... Besides... I'm not married and... Who knows if I ever will be... I want to be a mother and... My baby doesn't have to know." She explained and sighed. "... And I expect you not to question my decision." She declared.
"Are you sure..?" He asked and Bonnie stood.
"... Yes, I am." She said and Drew brought her into a hug, he hadn't hugged her in... Years.
"I'm so sorry this happened to you." He consoled and rubbed her back.
Bonnie sighed and closed her eyes, just relishing the moment. Her father wasn't a sappy man, and she would hate herself forever in making him think that she was carrying a rapists child... But she couldn't reveal anything until speaking to John... After finally separating from Bonnie he wiped his eyes and cleared his throat.
"You got another letter." Drew quickly changed the subject, thankfully for the both of them, Bonnie's eyes widened and jogged to the kitchen table and saw the handwriting, her heart instantly swelled.
"Thank you, daddy." She said and, like before, retreated into her room, she prayed every day that she would receive a letter from John.
She tore the letter open quickly, and unfolded the paper, she feared he was dead since she hadn't heard anything from him in weeks. She drank in his words, reading as slowly as possible so that she got more time.
Miss MacFarlane,
I'm in Mexico, and I know you'll scold me for keeping you waiting this long but I've been so busy... I've met a lot of popular and unpopular people, right now I'm in bed with the Mexican Revolutionaries... After being betrayed by the Mexican Military, I was almost executed but obviously, I'm fine... I know this isn't the most fun to hear about but this is what's going on with me. I'm hoping to catch Javier and Bill soon though and hopefully, I can see you again sooner rather than later... I miss you so much, I can hardly stand it sometimes Bonnie.
I wish I could hear from you but I don't really have a location where I can receive letters, I'm never in one place after all. I just hope you are receiving these so you know I'm safe. I'll do what I can to let you know when I'll be riding back through New Austin... I'm hoping I can come through before going to Blackwater but, knowing the men who put me up to this, they won't be patient. I'm having a hard time keeping them off my back long enough to catch Bill and Javier.
I want to see you... I see you in my dreams all the time and I hope you know that I miss you dearly... It kills me every time I know that day won't be the day I get to come back to you... I can't write a lot, my mind is racing so much that I can't focus on one thing to say, so for now... I have to end this letter, I'll send more if I can... Just remember I love you.
Your Outlaw,
John Marston
Bonnie couldn't help but smile, even as she cried. She cried a lot these days, though she hoped it was just the fetus making her so emotional... Assuming she was pregnant... Now that the news was sinking in that she could very well be carrying John's baby, she almost hoped her bleed didn't come. She released a shaky breath and his this letter away with the other one that she had received, whenever she got so lonely that she couldn't bear it, she read his letter. Bonnie had basically memorized his first one, but now she had a new one to read over and over again.
No matter how much she desperately wanted to write him, she wouldn't tell him about the baby until she could see him in person, this was nothing to be revealed over a letter and while he was dealing with such dangerous situations he couldn't afford to be distracted. She just had to keep this secret until John returned to her... She was so in love it hurt, she wanted to see him so she could tell him how much he was in love with him... That she was so happy to carry his child no matter the consequence... Even if he could never acknowledge it as his child, it didn't matter to her.
She knew how selfish that sounded... But it was a little piece of John she would always have.
"Hello, old friend... It's been a long time." John mused as he walked into the storeroom of El Presidio, facing Javier Escuella as he tried to find a way out.
"Hello, brother. It's good to see you. I heard you was coming. You took your time, no? Come on, you're not going to shoot your own brother, are you? We was family." Javier fretted, speaking quickly to save his own skin.
"Yeah, we were, then you and Dutch went crazy, and family didn't mean so much." John scoffed as he pointed his gun at Javier.
"So now you do the government's work?" Javier sneered at John.
"And what do you do? You just work for a different government." John quipped, the tense air almost weighing the two down.
"Come on, brother, I think we should go our separate ways, huh?" Javier tried to barter.
"What you and Dutch did was wrong. And the way you left me was wrong. Now, I ain't the judge, but as it turns out, it's you or me, the way I see it, it might as well be you." John seethed, remembering the betrayal the night he and the rest of his family left him to die.
"We thought you was dead, brother. I promise. I'm telling the truth. Besides, I can give you Bill. And Dutch... Dutch is in Colombia. I can take you straight to him." Javier tried to convince John.
"You left me to die, to save your own skin and now you expect me to care about you?" John questioned, slightly enraged.
"You got it all wrong, brother. I've always loved you, even now." Javier growled, shoving a crate in John's direction and leaping out of the nearby window. "Go back to your farm, John!" He yelled as he tried to evade John.
John didn't know what Javier expected to happen, but he ran blindly into the desert, doing whatever he could to get away from John. However, this was a losing battle for his long-time partner in crime. Bringing out the lasso that Bonnie had given him, he flung it forward and with deadly precision, he snatched Javier's legs out from under him and watching him fall flat on his face. He quickly approached Javier and hogtied him, turning Javier to face him.
"Where's Bill, you son-of-a-bitch? Do you think I won't kill you, brother?!" John roared.
"He ain't here, brother. He's with Allende..." Javier confirmed.
"You're going to be locked up for a hell of a long time, unless they choose to hang you." John growled and picked up the man, beginning to haul him back towards El Presidio.
"It's a little late for revenge, John."
"I ain't here to kill you, Javier. This is just business." John said, almost casually.
"Come on, amigo. Abigail wouldn't want this." Javier blurted.
"Abigail would've killed you already. She always thought you was a creep." John scoffed as he tried to keep himself from beating Javier into a coma for mentioning his wife.
"We was family, brother, you and me." Javier groaned.
"Like Cain and Abel, I guess, leaving each other for dead." John grumbled as he walked through the entrance of the fortress.
"You don't understand what happened. It wasn't like you thought it was." Javier pleaded.
"Whatever you say, old friend." John muttered, tuning Javier's bullshit out.
"It was Bill, not me."
"Yeah, and he's next. So you and Bill are back together? Two crazy men sharin' a bed." John snorted.
"Go to hell, you pathetic fool. Dutch never liked you, you know?" Javier snarled, realizing that John wasn't budging on his descision.
"I gave up caring about him or you a long time ago, friend. As I say, this ain't been a social call. It's just business." John stated.
"Just let me go, John. It's Bill you want."
"You wastin' what's left of your breath. Enjoy the view, breathe the air. Last of either you're going to be gettin', brother. You're going to be locked up for a hell of a long time, unless they choose to hang you." John taunted as he walked into the jail.
"Ah, you piece of shit. I hope you sure know what you're doing, brother. You sold me out. Didn't that life we had mean nothing to you?" Javier asked, grunting as John tossed him onto the stone floor. "Ah, ah, you puto. Ah. One day, one day I promise you, you're gonna regret this." He huffed.
"One day is about all you got left." John said with a discreet smirk.
"I hope you and your wife, and children, rot in hell."
"You know that life we lived is over. And when we was living it, it didn't mean nothing anyway. It was just an excuse and we all knew." John sighed.
"What I knew was that you was always a puto. And you're still a puto!" The imprisoned man barked.
John fetched Javier from the cell after the last of the reinforcements were decimated by the cannon mounted at the top of the fortress. Walking out into the courtyard he was greeted by a festive Abraham.
"Two old friends reunited. It is a beautiful thing." Abraham cheered.
John ignored the man, he could see the two agents at the top of the hill outside and he bit his tongue. He hated them, he hated them more than anything... But he had to remain professional if he wanted to see his wife and son again.
"Mr. Marston! Fancy seeing you down here. I must say, it's a pleasant surprise to see you." Edgar Ross teased ruthlessly.
"You've done well, Mr. Marston. Now, Javier here gets to see how far the hand of justice can reach. Come on you... Get in the damn automobile!" Archer snapped at Javier as John loaded the wanted man into the back seat of the car.
"Can we assume one of my commitments is cleared?" John asked, even though he already knew the answer.
"Unfortunately, nothing is cleared, John, until your obligations are met. We need you to find Williamson, then head to Blackwater as quick as you can. We have reason to believe Dutch van der Linde is in the area." Archer informed before walking around to get in the driver's side, Edgar pausing before he too got in the car.
"Oh... Your wife sends her regards." Edgar mused, smirking at John before he, indeed, climbed into the automobile, John watched silently as the car raced off.
John's blood was boiling... That fucker knew exactly what to say to drive him insane. He released a breath of hatred, but one man was now behind bars... He was getting this done, it was possible... He just had to get it done.
"John! I will meet you in Escalera!" Reyes called and John waved him off.
John reached up and ran a hand through his hair. He was tired, he was sore... Emotionally he was exhausted as well. He was ready to throw in the towel but he couldn't, he was so close to catching Bill... He was so close to seeing Bonnie again. He was closer to seeing his wife and son again. The air was quiet now that Abraham and his followers rode away, only leaving a few men to keep the place from being taken by other delinquents claiming to be a vicious gang.
John hobbled back into the fortress so he could at least have a place to rest for the night, he couldn't remember the last time he slept... He was going to collapse.
That next week, when John rode into Escalera towards Allende's mansion, the sight that greeted him was rather shocking, in the middle of town, rebel's and military fighting to the death. John spotting Abraham getting beaten up, about to be executed.
"Welcome to México. My brothers and I are just discussing the future of our country!" Abraham cackled, did anything get to this man?
"Okay, let this man go." John sighed, almost as if he was bored, in all honesty he was tired of this bullshit.
"And who are you, gringo?" The man ready to shoot Abraham asked,
"I'm no one...but unless you want this town to tear you and your boys to shreds, I suggest you let him go." John stated simply.
"And you think you can tell me what to do, friend?"
"Oh, you should listen to him, friend." Abraham mused as John drew his gun with the blink of an eye.
"Look at that. You want to risk it?" He inquired.
"The American is a drunk. If I were you, I would pull that trigger." Abraham snorted.
"Put the gun down, Americano." The commander ordered.
"Ya, ya matalo." Abraham taunted.
"Déjen mi hombre!" Luisa screamed, running at the commander weilding a knife in her grasp, but was shot down by the soldiers holding Abraham to John's dismay.
"You want to settle this now, friend? Or do you want me to shoot you in the head right now, for that poor girl?" John sneered, glancing at Luisa's corpse for a moment.
"Okay, but we fight like men, not like dogs." The commander scoffed.
John didn't waste time in putting the man down in a petty duel, if he were honest the commander didn't deserve an honorable death by a duel and cutting Abraham's binds.
"Thanks my brother. Now the people are finally ready. Today we overthrow the Coronel!" Abraham chirped.
John and Abraham's forces take down the military forces as they neared the gate. He was nearly there... Bill had to be here.
"Go for the machine gun, John! We will blast through the door with gunpowder barrels! Wait while we get everything into position. Wait for my signal! Now, John!" Abraham called.
John didn't hesitate on slaughtering the soldiers inside the gates with the Gatling gun. Watching bodies fall and the resistance against the revolution falling the army began to retreat.
"They are retreating! Adelante! A la mansión!" Abraham yelled.
"Come on! We can still get to my stagecoach!" Allende hissed as he and Bill snuck out of the back.
"Go, then! I'll cover you!" Bill snapped.
"They're getting away! We have to stop them!" Abraham yelled to John.
The two run to their horses and raced after the escaping stagecoach. Bill would not slip out of his grasp yet again, this was the end, Bill's life would end today. He caught up and pulled out his revolver, putting bullets into the drivers, Ricketts' lessons proved to help John after all.
"What the hell are you doing?" Bill growled at Allende.
"Buying my freedom, pendejo! Now shut up, you dumb ape, and get out of the wagon! Apurate! I'm coming out! Don't shoot! Here. Take Williamson. Just let me live. I will leave the country. I promise." Allende begged in a cowardly fashion, John and Abraham shared glances and put two bullets into the Colonel before John looked at Bill.
"... How's it feel being on the other end of the barrel..? Get ready to feel how I felt when you left me to die you some of a bitch." John snarled as he pointed his gun against Bill's forehead.
"Fuck y-"
BANG.
Bill's body fell limp to the floor... John felt a massive weight lift from his shoulders, Bill was dead, now one item off his list was gone and he finally got some much needed vengence... He didn't think it would taste so sweet.
"Allende is dead... Mexico is mine! My people are free, and it is all thanks to you, John." Abraham rejoiced, slapping John's back.
"And to the people who laid down their lives. People like Luisa." John reminded.
"Oh yes, she was very brave, and she will be missed. Who was she again?" Abraham asked, making John's soul cringe.
"Your peasant girl wife to be..." John sighed in exasperation.
"Oh yes, of course. She will have a day named after her. Laura's Day!" Abraham chorused.
"Luisa..." John muttered.
"What? Oh yes. I knew a Laura as well. Magnificent girl. Like riding a pampas bull, it was, amigo. You never saw anything like it. Anyway, enough about sport. Let's get back to politics. I trust you will join us in riding on the capital?" Abraham asked.I'd love to, but with Williamson dead, my jailors need me back in Blackwater.
"I'd love to, but with Williamson dead, my jailors need me back in Blackwater." John replied, relieved that he was no longer needed to be in Abraham's company, he didn't dislike Reyes, but... He would be lying if he said he wasn't thankful to be leaving.
"Qué hacen? Levántanese! Well, I must say I will miss you, John Marston." Abraham said, giving John a hug who stiffly returned the gesture.
"I doubt you'll even remember me, Abraham, but it's been an experience. Good luck with the revolution. If you win power, remember why you wanted it." John stated sincerely.
"Well, travel safely, amigo. Vámanos." Abraham spoke and waved to John as he mounted his horse.
It was over... The goose chase in Mexico was over. John felt... Surreal as he galloped over the American border, feeling more than relieved. However, he didn't have time to stop and spend time with Bonnie... No matter how much he wanted to, he had to get to Blackwater since his puppetmasters were expecting him there as soon as Bill was hunted down. He could at least drop one more letter by the Ranch... Despite that it would be so painful to leave. Hopefully Bonnie and would be asleep when he stopped by...
Hey guys, thank you so much for the kind words and thank you for following this FanFic, I'm working my ass off on it and I hope I didn't butcher the Spanish lmao, I'm an American English speaker so I hope I didn't insult anyone.
-Eros