Hehehe looks like I was mistaken, for I am back and the week has not yet ended. So, I really need help from y'all. I have had a few opinions given to me, but I want everyone's opinion. Arthur and Mary. Should they get together after this is settled? Honestly I think it was the TB that made Arthur want to become a good guy, and now he does not have it so... does he become a shithead? Let me know in PM's or on reviews.

Arthur

You have got to be shitten' me. I think. I really can never catch a break. I look at the men pointing their guns at us. When I look at them, I have a flash back to all of the shit that has happened to me in my life. Ma and Pa died when I was young, ended up gettin' adopted by the gang. Years later I get a dog named red... he was a good boy. I got him when I met my first wife. Then she dies, along with my little boy by some fucking O'driscalls. A few years later they killed red as well. I fucking met Mary Lipton then, and thought life would be great until sure enough, life screwed me. Mary left me, and then came back begging for my help tearing at my heart. Then there is Micah. I don't like him one bit. Especially after I had to save his ass a few weeks ago from jail. That resulted in more death.

I think of all of this within a few seconds, and I think about the fact that none of this woulda' happened if it were not for Dutch. Don't get me wrong, I love the man. I just know that life could be so much simpler if he had left me the fuck alone. I look over at him. He has both of his hands in the air, obviously looking for some way out of this. I feel filled with rage. I look back to the men.

"Gentlemen!" I yell out to them. They obviously are taken aback that it was me that said something to them. They say the same thing they had been saying for a few minutes.

"Put your hands up, turn around, and slowly walk backwards to the sound of our voices mister." I chuckle.

"Gentlemen, I have had a very, very long day, and quite honestly, I have just had a bad month. I will let y'all go now peacefully and you wont have to worry about a gun fight if you just, turn 'round and leave." I say. I did not expect it to work, nor did the rest of the gang it seems. I hear some of the lawmen chuckle.

"This feller has just down right lost his mind!" One of them says.

"Put your hands behind your head!" Another says. at this, I get an idea. I put my hands behind my head and take a small step forward. I know I am in front of all the gang members now, and I know very well they can see my fingers, and the lawmen cannot. One one hand I put up three fingers.

"Slowly walk towards us without moving your hands." An officer says. At this, I take another step forward, changing my hand to two fingers. "Don't try nothin' funny now, and we can all get out of this alive." The same lawman says. I look at him and say,

"One." Changing my hand to show one, hidden from the officers view. Time slows down, and I hear gunshots, but they were not coming from the lawmen. I don't even turn to look cause I already know that the gang was firing. We had done this one other time. At Blackwater. Except it was Dutch that had been standing in my current position then. Still seeing everything at a slowed rate, I draw both revolvers and let my rage come out on these bastards. While we were lightin' them up, Lenny and Micah got Sean and put him into the train. So it was just Dutch, Bill, and I firing on them. Of course we took cover behind some boulders and trees, but that didn't make the situation any less intimidating. It was at this point I wondered where Javier was. Last I saw, he was on the train robbing with us. I did see him, it took me a moment but I saw him. God damn Javier was crawling on his stomach, on top of the god damn train. Yeah... he did get to a position behind the lawmen and when that happened, well he opened fire. They all had died at that point and I was just left speechless.

I got from behind my cover slowly, Dutch doin' the same.

"Javier!" I yell up to him. "What the hell was that?" He looks down at me.

"That my friend," He says, jumping down. "Was the high ground advantage." He says with a laugh. I let out a chuckle too, and help Sean out of the train.

"Well what a good fuckin' show that was!" Sean says. He looks towards the destroyed wagons. He squints his eyes and says, "Is there still a lad there?" Of course we all look and sure enough there was a man limping away from the wreckage. Javier goes to aim at him with his repeater, when I lower the barrel of his gun with my hand.

"I got him Javier." I say. I start jogging to the man, and when he sees me coming after him, he starts taking off.

"Hold up!" I say. Of course he does not "hold up". Nope he just keeps on. "Stop goddammit!" I yell, getting closer. Once again, he kept going. "I tried being nice!" I yell to him. I take out my revolver and shoot his uninjured leg. Of course he yells in pain, but what took me aback even more was the fact that he stared crawling away. This man wanted to live even more than I wanted to kill him. Usually that is how fights work. If you want to kill a man more than he wants to live, you usually win. If you want to live more than the man wants to kill ya, you usually live. Maybe that would have to change.

"Please sir!" He yells. "Please don't kill me! I don't even want to be a lawman!" He says. Now of course this intrigues me. This boy, cause that is what he is, a boy. He has to be about eighteen or, maybe nineteen. He says he does not want to be a lawman, and I can understand that. When I was a boy I was stealing everything I could, and fucking just about anything I could too if I am being honest.

"What do you mean boy?" I ask.

"I am just doin' it for the money. Ever since Pa died I have had to find a job. Bank said if we don't pay them, they were gonna take the house and farm. Also Ma and my Little Sister need money to live. It is a hard time mister, I meant no disrespect to you or your friends here." He says breaking into a full sob now. I sigh.

"I told someone this once before, and I will tell it to you as well. Hard times happen to everyone." I say, pointing my revolver at the boy's head, cocking the hammer.

Aight so I will try and do a poll for this Chapter. Should Arthur spare this boy or kill him? Guess it just depends on if y'all want an honorable Arthur or a dishonorable Arthur. Let me know!