The Captain grasped his wrist in pain, his troops stood behind him all with looks of shock on their face. Everyone within the fort looked towards the stagecoach. Standing on the ground in front of it stood a man dressed entirely in black; he was holding a silver revolver the barrel of which was smoking. The soldiers all aimed their guns towards the man, all except for who had been disarmed by the shot that had been fired by the man.

Jack looked towards the man, who had just saved his life. He was heavily armed and was wearing a torn black coat and a large hat with a big red feather protruding from one side. He also wore an eye patch and a bandana. Cries from the civilians within the fort caught Jack's attention.

"It's Death." Cried one man

"It's Apocalypse." Yelled another.

"It's the Monster who Hunts his own Kind!" a woman shouted.

"It's the Undead Cowboy!" a young girl called out

"It's the Reaper!" someone else said.

"It's the Undead Hunter!" one of the soldiers, called out.

"It's the Monster." Called a young boy.

"JACK! IT'S YOUR FATHER!" Bonnie called from the top of the wall.

Jack froze once again. He looked at the figure. There was no denying it. Despite the green skill and the massive, and glowing yellow eye. "It's my Pa," Jack Whispered "John Marston"

"It's a freak," the Captain called "Men fire at will!" The soldiers all reluctantly raised their guns towards the creature's position.

Jack quickly pointed his Mauser at the Captain. "Cancel that order or I'm gonna paint the wall of this place with your brains."

Captain then laughed. "Men, take aim, new target." The men all aimed for Jack. Then hammers sound were cocked and everyone looked around. John stood with two revolvers, one aimed at the Captain and one aimed at a random soldier. More hammers were cocked and again everyone looked around. All the civilians were pointing guns at the soldiers, then the sound of a blades being drawn, Riain stood with several knives in his hands each one ready to be thrown.

The Captain once again laughed "Quite the Mexican stand-off we have." He then drew a gun from a second holster on his leg and aimed it at John, who growled in response. A voice then broke the silence.

"Okay everyone put their guns down." Everyone turned to see the drunken man standing there, he scratched his chin which was adorned with a scraggily beard, he looked like he had not washed for quite some time. He smelled like he had not washed for quite some time. He spoke with a thick Irish accent. "Let's all just calm down. We can work things out rationally."

Everyone slowly lowered their guns and look at him. He walked slowly towards John who was still stood beside the stagecoach. "It's good to see you again Johnny boy."

Jack looked at the man who now stood before his father. He holstered the pistol underneath his arm and walked towards the other man. "You know my father." He asked.

The man turned to face Jack. "You must be Jack. John talked about you."

That answered Jack's question, but he wasn't being very direct. "Who are you?"

"You can just call me Irish. Everybody does."

"How do you know my father."

"I hep him to acquire a Gatling gun when the situation called for it. I have it back now though. It's here in the fort, along with lots of ammunition, I hid it well after we stormed this place three years ago."

The sound of footsteps caught Jack's attention. He turned to see Riain, Javier, Mother Calderón, Bonnie and Cathy all approached. Riain spoke first.

"So this is the Shinigami," he said looking the figure up and down. He seemed to be both impressed and a little intimidated by how heavily armed he was.

Bonnie looked at John but did not say a word. Cathy did the same but she quickly looked away.

Mother Calderón walked up to John and looked him in his one eye. "Good to see you again Mr Marston." I hope those guns are helping you to help impure souls to rest."

Jack looked at the revolvers that Jack still had clutched in his hands. Both were custom built revolvers, one seemed to be made of black steel and the other silver. The barrels were both incredibly long and each one had a word inscribed in the steel in gold lettering 'Judgement' and 'Redemption'. He then looked at Mother Calderón "You made these?" he asked her.

"Not me exactly, But I collaborated with a gunsmith and Landon Ricketts, in order to make them. They are in grained with Silver. And Holy Water was used to Purify and cool the steel. The bullets are made of pure silver and they are coated with a Phosphorus Coating. They are a very powerful weapon against these creatures. All of his weapons are incredibly deadly to them.

Jack looked at his father's weapons; each one looked more threatening than the last. Particularly the large scythe, which was currently secured on his back.

Javier was the next to speak. "I know why, he is like this."

"He's been dead for three years. No thanks to you Javier." Jack spat.

"No, I mean…I know why he is not like the rest of them. His soul has been bound to his mortal body."

Everyone looked at Him. "What makes you think that?" Cathy asked him.

"I heard stories since I was a kid, about those unable to pass on to the next world." Javier said.

"And I know where we can get answers from." Irish said. "I know a gypsy, who lives past the old mines in Gaptooth Breach, by the Sea of Coronado. She can help us."

"No, we do not use Black Magic to help ourselves." Mother Superior protested.

"We don't have much of a choice sister." Irish said. Mother Calderón was about to protest again. But decided against it.

"Very well but to avoid, heavy losses, only two of you shall go. Mr Irish take, Mr Marston With you." John stepped forward but she put up her hand to stop him. "I meant your son Mr Marston."

John growled in protest but he was quickly stopped when three soldiers flanked him. They threw lassos over him and kept them taut.

Jack yelled in anger. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he was about to pull His gun, but one replied.

"I'm sorry sir, but The Captain said if this "man" is here he must be restrained we don't know if he'll turn."

Jack could see what they meant. He walked up to his father and spoke to him. "I'll be coming back to get you as soon as we find that gypsy we'll come back. " He then tuned to Cathy and headed towards her. He pulled out a revolver and handed it to her. "Take this, you might need it. I don't trust that Captain. And if my pa starts to go bad, I want you to stop him."

"Mr Marston…I…I…I…" she stammered

"Call me Jack." He held the revolver out "You know how to use it." She merely nodded and took the gun. "I'm coming back." he promised she suddenly threw her arms around him and captured him in a hug.

"You better come back." several tears fell from her eyes. Jack raised a gloved hand and wiped them away.

"I promise." Jack said. She released him.

Riain walked to Jack's side "Would it be okay to come along with you my friend." He said walking alongside him.

"It'd be good to have you by my side my friend." They walked towards the stables where Irish Had already saddles up two horses and was in the process of saddling a third. The three men head mounted up and headed out, a loud groan caught Jacks attention. He turned to see his father he headed over to him. He reached into the satchel he kept on his hip. He withdrew two bottles of a luminous green liquid with stick of dynamite sticking out of the neck. "Thanks Pa." He put the bottles in his own satchel and headed towards the gate. It was opened and Jack, Riain and Irish headed out.

The three men headed west to The Sea of Coronado, Irish took the lead, Jack and Riain were close behind. A few Undead were in their Path but they decided to save, bullets and knives and went past them. They came to the old bridge that led to Gaptooth Ridge and found that it had collapsed. They doubled back to take the long way around.

They went past the mines which were deserted. I seemed that they had finally stopped using the mines.

They came to the coast and road along the sea. After coming over the crest of the hill they saw a caravan in the middle of circular part of the road. There were to horses in front of the caravan the three men rode into the middle of the circle and Irish walked up to the door of the caravan and knocked on the door. The door opened seemingly of its own accord. The three men entered the caravan.

At the opposite end of the caravan sat a woman wearing a long purple dress. She was not that old but looked as though she had lived a very long time. She sat at a table with an array of objects which Jack could not identify.

Irish spoke to her "Matilda. How are you?"

She looked at Irish. She got up and walked towards Irish, she spoke in a friendly voice that seemed to be a mix on English, Irish and Scottish. "Patrick, how are you I was hoping the roads would lead you back to me one day." She leaned in close to Irish, which Jack thought she was brave for doing like that, mainly because of the smell. She looked towards the other two men. "Who are you're two young friends."

"Oh this is Jack Marston, and uh I'm sorry what's your name again son?" Irish asked.

"Oh my apologies, Mr Irish, I don't believe I introduced myself. I am Riain Nakamura. It is a pleasure to meet you Madame." He emphasized his words with a bow. Matilda gave a small laugh at his courtesy.

"Ma'am." Jack said tipping his hat.

"Now that introductions are out of the way. What can I help you boys with?" she asked sitting down.

Jack spoke up "We need to know, what would cause a soul to be bound to its body even after death."

The gypsy got off her chair. She walked towards a shelf and took a book down and placed it on the table she flipped through a few pages and stopped. "It says here that the soul of an individual can be bound to its body by using a blessed relic, or holy artefact. The soul is not bound to the body, but will just return if the body does." She looked at them, "Why, has this happened?"

"Yeah, my Pa died three years ago but he's not like the rest of those things." Jack looked at her. "Wait aren't you worried that you'll get attacked out here."

"They cannot cross my barriers." She pointed out the window. Indeed several Undead were attempting to get to the caravan but seemed to be stopped by an invisible wall. "Mr Marston, what would you say if I told I could bring your father back temporarily?"

Jack thought about this for a minute. "I'm listening."