Arthur
What the hell am I doing? This boy does not need to fucking die. He just is tryin' to live. Wasn't that what I was tryin' to do when Dutch found me? I sigh and look down on the kid.
"Whats your name boy?" I ask him. The boy, opening his eyes now looks hopeful. He knows he gets to live for at least another minute.
"Keith. Keith Hamilton." He says. I un-cock the hammer on my revolver.
"Well Keith, Whistle for your horse." I say. He gives me a puzzled look. "Goddammit Keith whistle for your fucking horse before I change my mind." I say to him. He does whistle, and a shiny chestnut colored Tennessee walker comes running to us. A beautiful horse, I had to admit. I offer my hand to Keith, and he takes it cautiously.
"Why are you doing this mister?" He asks as I help him onto his horse. I think about this before saying,
"I am just tired of hurting people Keith. I have done so many horrible things. We don't know how long we have on this earth, the least I can do is try to help people to make up for the horrible things I have done, and will do." As I finish my sentence I hand him a hundred dollars. A rather generous amount in my opinion, but he does need this money more than I do. If I get hungry I can just go and hunt, not everyone is able to do that. His eyes light up, and he says,
"Are you sure?" still looking very surprised. I think this is mainly because I went from shooting him in his leg to helping him get away and start over. Polar opposites.
"Yeah." I say. "Consider it compensation for your legs." I say. Keith nods and sits there awkwardly on his horse. "Get the hell outta here Keith. Go do something you actually want to do." I say, smacking the ass of his horse, watching it take off. I trust he won't say anything to anyone. If he does, then... well maybe I can fix everything I have done before that time comes.
"Alright everyone!" I say as I get back to the rest. Charles was now with us, he had brought all of our horses. "We need to get going, and we gotta move camp as well." I say. There were nods of approval. Clemens Point is where we were headed. A few days ago Javier and Charles were sent to look for a new spot. I went with them too, cause I had a feeling something was gonna happen. Sure enough something did go down. This is how it went.
We had just found this place that would have been perfect just a little ways off from Clemens point. Only thing that was really bad about it was that there was currently a drought, and when it rained again the entire camp would have been submerged if we camped there. Another thing is that there were dead bodies there. It was gruesome. We decided to see if anyone was at the destroyed camp. Javier thought he found them first, but I saw them first, I just didn't say nothin', waiting for him to catch up. A woman and a little girl were sitting under a wagon. They were terrified obviously, but it was how they were speaking that took me aback. It was a harsh language they were speaking, and what little english the woman could say was "My husband, they took." followed by her sobbing. I had to ask her which way they went, and she just pointed the way they went. With the help of Charles and I, all three of us easily found were these men were. It seemed nobody was home, and we quickly untied and un-gagged the struggling man. When we did this, he did say the one thing I did not want to hear.
"It's trap! Surrounded they have you!" speaking with his heavy accent. Sure enough, we were surrounded, and they did indeed try to kill us. We found that this location was very easy to defend from, and we killed every single one of the bastards. When they were all dead, I sent Javier and Charles to go and get the woman and little girl while I stayed and waited with this man. Once they got there, we helped the man to his carriage. He was speaking in the tongue that I could not understand, and he seemed frustrated that we could not effectively communicate.
"Danke, Fremder. Meine Familie und ich stehen in Ihrer Schuld." he says. he sees my puzzled expression and he says slowly, "Thank you, friend" at this he hands me a bar of gold. I could not believe what had just happened. I just tip my hat to him and say "thank you".
Like I said, that happened a few days ago, I dunno where that feller is now. What I do know is that I have enough gold to kill for. I feel foolish for not telling the gang... but I have been thinking about it. Dutch keeps goin off with this whole Tahiti thing, and sure it sounds nice... but I am not going to go with him after this is done. I did hear some fellers talkin bout this place called iceland except the place is not covered in ice. I hear there are no damn mosquitos there, which would be great compared to this shit hole of a country. Ahh what am I sayin... I will prolly die in this country, and I know it. Just gotta make the most of my time I suppose.