Kieran Duffy's Redemption: Chapter 1

Guess who's back back back, back again. I wanted to continue this story out off all my others as the opening chapter, although reading over it and wanting to make adjustments is my personal favourite chapter i've ever wrote. Hope all of you are well, all the people that have viewed my stories i really apperciate it and hope you live your best life.

Fall 1898, Dewberry Creek, Lemoyne. 01:51am

Kieran Duffy, a boy that an old fella would say that luck thought was the devil. Parents are dead, failed member of the armed forces, now a runt of some sly outlaws living out in the woodlands of New Hanover. Camping for the night.

"W-what's going on here." - Kieran asked puzzled looking down on the campfire with the men surrounding it. Who were sucking on their fingers and thumbs after enjoying a fish like a bunch of spolit children.

"You finished tending to my horse yet, Kevin?" Coughed the leader, a middled aged drunk missing his right eye, smoking his cigar.

"It's Kieran si-sir. How many times i gotta tell you fellers..."

"Oh, our apologies... Karen!" The eldest of the group cackled, creating a chain reaction of laughter.

"Well boy have you?" He asked again.

"Of course i have. He's ready for you sir. Where's the smallmouth i caught for us all?" Kieran asked again in his timid voice.

"Yes well we assumed you caught that for US. So we ate it." one replied.

"What the hell!" Kieran replied raising his voice

"You're a talented fishermen, go caught yourself another one if you're going to cry like a dog about it."

"Oh yes! Great idea! Catching a fish in the middle of the god damn night! Catching a fish at this time is about as easy as you actually carrying out a hit. I need to eat you inbred bastards!" Kieran finally shouted

"Hey!" The leader sprang up with his knife drawn, making a bee line for Kieran, coming face to face Kieran cowardly put his hands out and flinched. "Don't ever disrespect us boy!" He said grabbing Kieran by the collar.

"IM SORRY. IM SORRY. PLEASE PUT THE KNIFE AWAYYY." Kieran cried in desperation.

"If you're so hungry..." The leader paused "Then you can eat some of this!" He said before throwing kieran staright into the horse dung. As the posse again cackled.

"Lord almighty boys I think we found the biggest yella belly in the west" One spat through his laughter.

"Where the hell you find this idiot." Coldly another, although unfamilar voice, similar to that of Kieran's mama and papi asked as the rest as the group went silent...

Kieran finding the will to pick himself up, turning his face to the left to be greeted by a lick across his face by his noble steed Brawnen. Smiling, although very briefly as when he turns to his right he finds himself at the end of the barrel of a Sawed Off Shotgun.

He looked across the see the rest of his gang were getting mugged by a group of men similar to the one pointing his gun between his eyes.

Green neckerchief, cloth mask, irish accent.

The O'Driscolls.

Kieran scrambled together his plea "Take anything you want please don't hurt me!"

"Search him."

Kieran was forcefully pulled to his feet and searched.

"Cattleman, a few coins, and carrots." The O'Driscoll searching him said to their leader, said with a Dublin accent.

"Carrots" The leader laughed "No wonder that horse is licking him, we got ourselves a horse fucker over here."

"What's wrong boy. Can't get a whore in a saloon to lick you so you moved on to horses!" The O'Driscoll searching laughed, giving him a slap on the cheek and sarcastically sticking out his tongue.

"No sir... I just like horses. I can take good care of your horses sir. Make them fit as a fiddl, don't imagine you take much care of that Kentucky Saddler there judging by the dirt and sweat I can smell off you O'Driscolls'" Kieran muttered.

"You litt-" The O'Driscoll searching spoke as he grabbed Kieran by the throat before being interrupted from rearranging Kieran's face with his rusty knife by the leader

"I like the horse fucker. Let's take the horse fucker home to Mammy."

And so Kieran once again finds himself in another gang, straggled on the back of an O'Driscolls steed. Usually he'd resist but by this point he gotten used to the routine of being the west's stable boy.

Where will this take him?Nowhere, probably.

Twigyyzz back again with Kieran Duffy's Redemption and no the next chapter won't come out in two years like this one (can't ensure that tho lol) hope everyones having a great start to 2023! I'm 17 now. Hope you all have a great life and im grateful for reading something that i'll probably read again in twenty years and laugh at. But these sort of things I will never delete. HAVE A GREAT LIFE PEOPLE

-TWIGYYZ