Bonnie and I stood there mourning the death of Seth and I was in stress finding out that the man who saved us had to die and I killed his killer. I took his body and took it to the graveyard near where I met Seth. I gave him a proper burial seeing Seth die in front of me like that is like taking a bullet to the chest. I was very mad at The Traveler.
"He said something about a bomb near Armadillo. We need to get to Armadillo and defuse that bomb." I said and we took off to Armadillo and I didn't know what to expect from what we were about to see. Plus I was forbidden to go to the Saloon and my original plan was to return to Blackwater and just let The Traveler do what he wants. But if Bonnie didn't stop me, I'd see her dead in a minute. My only hope was to stop The Traveler. As soon as we got to Armadillo, we went to the bank because thieves always go to banks. Once we got inside we were going to get arrested for trespassing but I used my instincts to find this bomb and I got a flash thought where Dickens put the bomb in the safe to blow it open because he knows every code and we could of held him hostage where he could take us to the bomb. I passed the tellers gate and the banker came at me but I pushed him to find the key and I went inside where the safes were. there were boxes and only 2 safes. I used the key to open all boxes and safes but couldn't find anything. Then I found a note saying
"The Bomb isn't here" I started to picture where it could be. I then found out that it was in the Saloon where every war happens. I remembered that I was forbidden to be at the Saloon. I left and told Bonnie that there was no bomb at the bank. We ran as fast as we could to the end of the dirt street and the Saloon was right at the end. We started to approach it but as we made it was too late. The wood from the roof and walls started to go flying all over while people were screaming and running out of the building and from the premise. Bonnie and I ran inside and Marshall Jennte was right behind. We saw a bunch of dead burnt and even body parts. I then saw a man with a gunshot to his face and this man was a rich man. I needed to find where that bullet entered.
"He couldn't have escaped from the back. If he did he would of hit a dead end." said Bonnie.
"But as a former outlaw, a outlaw always finds a way out. Through the window perhaps." I deduced.
"No I would of saw him. I was in the back the entire time before this occurred." said Jennte.
"Did Dickens say that there was a partner he never met?" I asked.
'Why" said Jennte scornfully.
"A bullet that belongs to Bulldog Jenkins. Best killer known to man. He's likely a gun for hire in the South. This isn't the first time I've seen a killing like this." I explained.
"How can you possibly have known about Bulldog Jenkins?" asked Bonnie.
"You." I said.