So this story is gonna be about Arthur Morgan. Paying respects to him I guess. This is gonna be if everything was different. If he had not gotten TB, and won the fist fight after helping John escape (Because that is what I chose to do in the game).
Arthur
"Mr. Strauss. What can I do you for?" I say.
"Ah, Mr. Morgan. How are you on this evening?" Strauss says.
"Do you really want to know or should we make this as quick as possible?" I say clearly irritated.
"Ahh right to business, I like that about you Mr. Morgan." Strauss says.
"I bet you do." I say exhaustedly. I sigh and take a seat next to Strauss. "What do you need?"
"Well It seems that... well my clients have failed to meet their due date once again…" He starts.
"Say No more Strauss, who are the poor Bastards I have to beat?" I say, once again, clearly irritated.
"A Mr. Thomas Downes owes US some money Arthur. Don't make it seem like it is cruel. It pays for the women and children to eat. I would do it myself but... you seem to be more persuasive with these things." He says in a manner-of-fact way. I light a cigar and take a deep hit, then blow the smoke in Strauss's direction.
"Fine. I do expect to be paid for this Strauss." I say looking at him with a seriousness.
"Food for the women and children is not enough?" Strauss says in an innocent manner. I just continue looking at him until he says, "Fine, fine you will be paid for this."
"Pleasure doing business with you Strauss."
"You too Arthur. Oh by the way Arthur, when I saw him last he had a bit of a cough. I suggest you cover up when you see him. That way you wont catch what he has, nor will you be identified." Strauss says. I think about that for a moment.
"Thanks Strauss. You are a life saver." I say sarcastically. But I do heed his warning and pull my bandanna on as I walk away from camp.
The ride was longer than I would have liked but I did make it. It is about midnight when I make it to Mr. Downes house. As I approach I see a light in the garden. A oil lamp is lighting the garden for who I reckon is Mr. Downes. I hop off of my Mustang I tamed a while back, Ford, and I approach the Garden.
"Mr. Downes." I say as I get closer. "You owe me and my friends some money." He looks at me and sees my masked face and terror fills his eyes.
"Look I don't have any money for ya." He says franticly. That seems to be the same answer they all say.
"Ain't that what you all say. Enough of a beating usually will work magic right? Suddenly you will have money or valuables then."
"No feller really! I ain't got no money, no nothing." He says. I look around at his house.
"I see you have a house. You coulda sold that." I say getting closer.
"Even if I were to sell it, it would not pay for all the debt I am in. He says. For a second I pity the man. That pity turns to rage as I realize he might be lying to me.
"Everyone has hard times feller, everyone gets the same treatment." As I finish saying this I send a fist flying to his gut. It hits and he lets out a wheeze. I throw him to the ground and jump onto him, and start hitting him. I start to think I am making unnecessary noise when a woman and a boy came out of the house. "Ma'am you and your son need to get back inside that damn house." Is all I say to her screaming and to his pleading. I slam Thomas against a wooden post. "Get me my god damn money Mr. Downes!" Is what I say. He starts coughing. He coughs blood onto my face mask. My response to this is a slap across his face, and then I walk back to Ford and begin my ride back to camp, letting the sounds of crying grow fainter as time passes.