Jack yawned as he walked out of the house.
"Need to get used to that bed now." He thought to himself. "Ought to see what the Blackwater Ledger has to say about our big escape?"
He walked pass the horse corral and went to the train station to pick up a Newspaper.
"EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT! AMERICAN ARMY MOVES INTO SETTLEMENTS IN WEST ELIZABETH!" The newspaper man cried out for everyone to hear.
"Oh god, now I have to see this." Jack thought. "Nothing good can come of this."
Jack Bought the Newspaper and read it.
Jack read" American Army moves into Settlements in West Elizabeth, blah blah blah, great number of soldiers, blah blah blah, reasons still unknown, blah blah blah, the list is follows, Cochinay, Manzanita Post, Pacific Union R.R. camp, and Breechers Hope, blah blah blah, Building a new fort in the Northern Regions of the great Plains, blah blah blah, Weaponry for Privates, a Cattleman Revolver and a Repeater Carbine, Weaponry for Corporals, a Schofield Revolver, a Springfield Rifle and 10 fire bottles, Weaponry for Sergeants, a LeMat Revolver, a Pump-Action Shotgun, and 10 fire bottles, and Weaponry for Captains, a Double-Action Revolver, a Henry Repeater, and 10 sticks of Dynamite."
He folded the paper up and put it in his satchel. He was going to help with the horses like he said but then.
"Jack!"
Jack looked up and saw John.
"Hi Pa, how's it going?" Jack asked hoping for some better news.
"Walk with me Jack; I'm going to teach you something."
Jack replied with "Okay."
They walked over behind the cabins to where the targets were.
"Now what?" Jack asked
"You're going to shoot all the targets one after another not stopping for even half a second." John said.
Jack was surprised. He looked at the target. It was at least 15 feet away. There was no way he could do that let alone hit a target. He looked at the targets, he focused on them then suddenly everything went an orange colour. Jack dropped the LeMat revolver and stumbled back. Everything was all right again.
"Jack! What happened?" John asked.
Jack blinked, still shaken up. "I-It was all orange. I-I don't know what really happened."
John looked at him and smiled.
"What are you smiling at?" Jack asked.
"You have it."
"Have what?"
"Dead-eye."
They both sat down in the living room. It was silent for awhile, and then Jack broke it.
"What is Dead-eye?"
John leaned back in his chair and looked up, then looked back at Jack. "I'm guessing it's something to do with the brain, all I know is it's not common and it's one of the best gifts any Gunslinger in the Old West can have. I found out about my Dead-eye when living on the streets. A group of muggers were going to rob me, I refused, they pulled their guns out, but everything went slow when they touched the handles, everything turned orange and slowed down, I decided to use this time to shoot them, 3 direct shots to the head, I looked around, then I saw someone, who I found out was Uncle Dutch. He asked what happened, I told pretty well what you said when I asked, so he told me his story and what it was, and that's how I joined his gang."
There was another long silence between them.
"So…what does this mean? Does this mean that I'm destined to be a gunslinger?"
John frowned.
"I don't know, but you can be anything you want to be."
"Pa," Jack said. I'd like to practice in private."
John nodded and left for the corral.
Jack went to the target area and picked up his LeMat Revolver.
He smiled as he looked at it.
"John Marston and son, outlaws to the end." Jack thought. "I like the sound of that."