John Marston by no means was a good man he was a killer, a thief upon much much more. He was a man who lived by sin and now he was going to die by sin. In the end here he stood his pride soon to be his downfall "now boy look after your mother" he says to his son Jack.
The boy looked down at him from atop the horse his mother bawling behind him in hysteria. He could have been a better father to him he knew he was doing better then he had back in the days of the Van Der Linde gang but he and Jacks relationship was far from the ideal American father son dream relationship. "Bu-But Pa I-" Jack started but John swiftly raised his hand speaking firmly "don't but Pa get out of here for me and your mom especially"
John looked to his wife and all the memories came flooding back.
"Abigail Robert's will you marry me?" John said getting on one knee feeling a little uneasy being so far out into the water.
Abigail scoffed waving a hand to him "John we are already married" John felt his heart race at that.
"I know but I mean...before god" Abigail now looked deep into his eyes searching for any sign of deception or mischief in John but he was serious.
"You-You really mean that John" Abigail said tears forming in her eyes "Of course I do" Abigail threw her arms around her husband crying in joy.
The tears she gave him now standing in the middle of the barn of the home they made where tears of sadness now. "John Marston you better keep out of trouble" John couldn't help but smile a little Abigail was always worried about him "I always do"
Turning back to Jack he puts a hand on his shoulder taking his hat off in the process "Now listen here son I need you to run and don't look back you hear? I'll catch up with you both later protect your mom for me will ya?" he asks.
"Of course sir" Jack replies giving him a nod.
"That's my son now get on get!" he smacks the horse on it's hind as it flies out the barn and into the distance.
John walks towards the door thinking back on everything Arthur,Dutch,Hosea,Lenny,Bill,Javier, ,Miss O'Shea Mr Strauss,Uncle all of them had fallen victim to this cursed land and now he was next. "We can't change what's done we can only move on" that was something Arthur said to him and it had stuck with him since the day He,Sadie and Charles had killed Micah ontop of that cold mountain. What had they accomplished by doing that? Arthur wouldn't have wanted them to do it but they did it anyway, at this point he realized they had done that more for themselves more than Arthur. They looked back and now John was paying for it.
With one last deep breath he draws his gun and opens the door to the barn.
Overlooking this all stands a man stranger then death itself, some would say he was death. He watches as John is shot down bleeding and gasping for air as the last remnants of life are drained from his body. He sighs "this is a nice spot indeed"