So I am aware how I said I would be putting more content out, and then I disappeared for a while. My health had deteriorated even more, not to mention life in general keeps happening. So yeah I have a bit on my plate, but I will try to make time to put out a Chapter more frequently.
John
When I heard what that Bastard had done, I almost lost it. Ain't nobody allowed to put their hands on my boy apart from myself and my wife. I woulda beat the shit outta Micah if Arthur had not been so kind to do it for me. Arthur has been gone a few days now and I am kinda worried. Been thinkin' about what he had said. Maybe it would be best to grab Jack and Abigail and just get the hell outta here. I don't know.. its a lot to take in. One thing I do know is I will put a bullet in Micah if Arthur doesn't.
Arthur
I had decided to leave camp. Headed to Saint Denis. There was a lot that had happened in between, but long story short I lived to see another day. I had gotten into the city and they damn near hit Ford with what they call a "Trolly". Its like a miniature train used to get around the city. There was a lot more prostitutes here as well. Despite having enough money, I declined them. Mary has been weighing heavy on my mind. I ain't seen her since I saved Jamie, and I honestly feel like I might go crazy. I had found myself wandering Saint Denis aimlessly. I ended up near the train station just as a train was pulling in. It looked similar to the one The gang and I robbed earlier in the year, Just with more people, and a hell of a lot more guns. As the train pulled to a stop, Men surrounded the train, loading bags and boxes, two men at a time hauling vaults into the train. I'm not gonna lie, it peaked my interest. I contemplated what to do for a while. I eventually decided I should head back to camp and tell dutch. As I went to leave the last thing I saw of the train was a distinct "Cornwall" written on it as it started pullin' away.
The ride back to camp was alright. I came across a feller that had his wheel fall off his wagon. Instead of robbing him, I helped. Dunno why, maybe I'm going soft, maybe I knew that I would want help if I was in his situation. A lot has changed lately. For whatever reason I am not feelin' what we are doin' anymore. I want to settle down. I sigh. If all had gone right I would still be married, still have a child, have a home... everything that I want now, I had at one point. My ignorance at the time made me feel that this was the life I wanted, rather then being with my family.. the only one since Dutch. I shake my head, ridding myself of these thoughts. They were buried long ago.
I saw the smoke from camp up ahead. Before I actually get to camp though, I cough like I had just downed a whole cigar in a second. It didn't take long for the fit to end, but it spooked me a little bit. Then again it could just be a cold. I had gotten off of Ford when my coughing fit had occurred. Thinkin' back on it, honestly it was a blessing in disguise. If it wasn't for me getting off of Ford, I wouldn't have seen them bastards. They had the Camp surrounded. Something about the situation was wrong, even more wrong then these pricks surrounding the camp. These men.. they were sheriffs, deputies, and the O'driscolls were working together. I'm not one who likes killing officers, but I feel in this moment there is no other option. I walk Ford to a place with cover so he won't be hit in the cross fire. I had a million thoughts running through my mind in that moment. I wanted to warn the others... but how? I take a deep breath, and I know I must make a choice. Do I go quiet and stealthy, Or balls out guns blazin'?