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Arthur

We mounted our horses and started riding after the train as it passed us. We figured it would be easier to take it from the back to the front. We did catch up to the train, they are rather slow to be honest, Ford could easily make it from Valentine to Emerald Ranch before a train could. I dismiss the thought and Jump onto the back of the train, being the last one to get on. Karen was not fucking around, this train was full of fancy rich folk.

"Attention everybody!" Dutch says as we burst through the first of many train cars. "This is a robbery! Cooperate, and you will live, if not well then... You will end up like the gentlemen outside that tried stopping us." Dutch says chuckling. All eyes turned to the door we came through, but nobody got to see what was in the caboose. A scattered whisper of "What happened to the guards?" And "They can't do this."

I looked to the man that said "They can't do this" and said,

"And just what do you think you are gonna do to stop us hmm?" He just looked at me, as if he wanted to say something. "Oh go on, spit it out tough guy." I say, taunting him. I have been not killing and injuring as little as possible. Robberies are times when I allow my pent up anger to burst.

"You just can't do this! You are stealing! You will not get away with this!" He says, clearly not understanding that we can in fact, "Just do this".

"Let me tell you what feller." I say, leaning closer to him. "We can, and will get away with this. How you act right now will determine how kind, and considerate I will be to you." I say. I hear Dutch laughing from behind me and whisper to Sean "Here we go again." The man tried saying something, but was cut short because I started hitting him with the handle of my revolver. "I told you, ya son of a bitch! Don't fucking talk!" I hit him again with my revolver, "And don't fucking resist!" I hit him once more, panting but filled with adrenaline. Robberies always made me feel great.

The man whimpered and threw his valuables onto the seat next to him, and cowered away towards the window. I took the money and threw it into a sack, moving down the Isle. Now either these rich people are brave, or insanely stupid. Either way, I had to hit three more people before they seemed to understand that this was very much real, and we were really taking their money. By time we had robbed every car, we had a grand total of four thousand dollars to split between us all and the camp. I just took a couple hundred bucks out of my sack and put it into my satchel. I throw my sack to Sean, who eagerly carries it, happy he was still helping out.

"Would ya look at all this money we have!" Sean says excitedly. I just shake my head and laugh. Sean narrows his eyes and says, "What in the bloody hell is that?" Looking out the window behind me. I knew when I heard the gunshot that someone was gonna be hit, and sure enough I was right. Sean was hit, but I didn't know how bad it was. He was yelling, so he can at least feel the wound, and he is not dead right at this moment so that is good.

"What the hell is going on?!" Dutch yells from up front.

"Sean is down!" I yell to Dutch. I look out a window and see multiple riders, and even see a caged wagon a little bit behind them. "Law men were doin' an armed patrol." I yell up to him.

"Well have you got them?" Dutch asks me.

"I'm on it goddammit!" I shout up to him. There is a slight flash, and time slows. I stand and Pull out two double action revolvers, and aim towards the bastards that shot Sean. There was four of em together on that side, and I felt a rush of pleasure. I quickly took down the first one with a headshot, shot the second in the head with my second revolver, and had the hammer already cocked on my first revolver by time it was guy number three's turn. I did in fact kill him quick, and then I shot the forth man two times in the chest, and watched him fall off of his horse.

I did not have time to admire my work, because a bullet narrowly missed my head, coming from the opposite side of the train.

"There's more on my twelve!" I yell to everyone. They seemed to understand, because all four men on that side had been shot, and had fallen off of their horses before I was done reloading my guns. That is something I always do. When I am safe behind something and I know I have time, I reload my weapons. It is called thinking ahead.

I sigh, and head up to the front of the train. I see Charles, who is still aiming his sawed off at the conductor of the train. "I got it from here Charles, you go meet up with the others, they should be bringing the horses up here." I tell him. He leaves and I point a revolver at the head of the conductor. "Sir, I am really not in a good mood right now. Please tell me you can follow instructions unlike those back there." I say, pointing behind me with my thumb. The conductor nods his head rapidly. He is sweating. He must be scared shitless. That would explain the smell. "Listen friend," I say, putting my revolvers back into their holsters. "Just stop the train, and me and my friends will be out of your hair in no time." He nods, and says "Hold on" before pulling a lever, having the train slow down to a stop. We had traveled a good distance since the start of the robbery.

I pat him on his shoulder and tell him "Good job." Complimenting him on his listening skills, before getting off of the train. I saw Charles get off as well, Along with most of everyone else apart from Micah and John who were bringing the horses. Just as I started thinking about the horses I heard the sound of hooves. We celebrated a bit, even Sean too, who had some cloth tied tightly around his shoulder. The horses came into view, and our hearts sank. There were riders on the horses, all sporting the five pointed star badges indicating they were deputies. Along came a wagon that was barred behind them.

"Fuck." I say. I look to Sean, Charles, Lenny, and Dutch. I gave Dutch a look, obviously asking him what we should do. He gave me a look indicating he was speechless. I look back to the riders, who got closer. There had to be ten of them, all pointing guns at us.

"Gentlemen, by order of the Sheriff of Lemoyne, You are under arrest. Put your hands up, or prepare to be gunned down where you stand."

So I wanted to get this chapter out today, because I am not sure when I will be able to do another one. I may get another chapter out this week, but worse case scenario I will post a new chapter next week. Thank you all very much, have a blessed day.