Author's notes: Welcome all I hope you enjoy this crossover. I was inspired to write this after reading bathedinblood Luck Takes a Turn and wombag1786 Project: Remember My Name. I feel I should state from the start that I'm nowhere near as talented as them but I figured I'd give it a try anyway. This is the first crossover I've ever written and I am a product of the Florida public education system so please be gentle lol.

Red dead redemption is the property of rockstar games and RWBY is the property of Rooster teeth

italics: thoughts or journal entry

Chapter1

A young man of about seventeen stood before the graves of both his parents on a hillside overlooking the ranch that at one point was a beacon of hope for the family of former outlaws that they could live a normal life. But now the site held nothing but pain for the young man. Jack Marston spared his parents' final resting place one final look as he set on his grisly task. One that he wasn't quite sure they would approve of. Jack had already decided to sell the ranch at Breachers Hope to a friend of his father Ms. Bonnie MacFarland, he knew she would do right by him and his folks. After the last Marston had collected his gear and his favored guns from his father's collection; Selecting a pair of blackened Schofield revolvers Jack preferred them for the quick reload mechanism and their stopping power, especially with high velocity or express rounds, a semi-automatic shotgun, and jack's personal favorite a 45-70 buffalo rifle, he set out to the barn to ready his prized steed.

Jack opened the barn door and was greeted by the snout of his most loyal companion Fitz, his prized coal-colored American standardbred. His father had helped him catch, break, and bond with the animal after his original horse had been killed by a bear in his foolhardy hunting attempt. As for naming the horse; Jack had read a western story about a German dentist turned bounty hunter who had named his horse Fitz and taught it to snort and dip its head in a greeting Jack thought it was cool and did the same. Jack let a small smile form on his face as he remembered his parents and uncle chuckling when he got the horse to perform the trick. The young man smiled and patted the horse and walked over to his saddle and placed it over the horse's back cinching it down along with the rest of his gear and firearms. Jack climbed up in the saddle and for a moment fought down the twisting in his gut and fraying nerves. Jack looked up with determination as he gave Fitz a light spur and set out to find the man responsible for his parent's death and destroyed all that Jack thought was normal not once but twice!

The aspiring gunslinger and his horse rolled into the Town of Blackwater though it was quickly expanding into a city. Jack hit the saloon for information about Agent Ross and it had turned up nothing, on a whim he bought a newspaper from the boy selling them. "The end of the outlaws- heh" Jack Marston scoffed as he discarded the most recent newspaper. The fact of the matter was with the manifestation of automatic weapons and automobiles crime had only gotten faster and more violent, and law enforcement was as stretched thin and incompetent as ever.

Speaking of outlaws and law enforcement, that reminded him of the grisly errand he has set out on. He had gathered some information from the previously mentioned newspaper that the man that lied to and murdered his father and destroyed everything the young Marston had ever thought was normal not once but twice had retired to a small cabin near Lake Don Julio in Cholla Springs. Jack brought a hand to his face and let out a shrill whistle and climbed up in the saddle and had a death grip on his reigns as he spurred his horse west.

As Jack drew up to a small cabin bathed in amber light by the sinking sun, he saw an older woman resting in the breeze on the front porch watching the reflection of the setting sun on the lake. He announces himself "Excuse me ma'am hi there", the older woman notices him and greets him back politely "Hello their young man, are you visiting the lake with your family?" she asks. Jack barely hid the grimace at the mention of the word family."No ma'am I am looking for Edgar Ross, I have a letter for him from the bureau." Jack replied and the old woman huffed in annoyance "Oh, that husband of mine, the bureau still has their talons into him and I fear they won't let him go till they've killed him with worry, and he's such a sensitive man." the woman sighs and deflates a little."But I suppose none of that is your fault he and his brother are across the river hunting by the river." Jack nods appreciatively "Thank you ma'am, and don't worry about your husband I'm sure he'll be just fine" he drawls out barely concealing his anger as he briskly walks to his steed saddles up, and heads to the southern border and to vengeance.

The border crossing had gone relatively smooth…. well smooth for Mexico anyway. The last Marston soon came across a man sitting with a shotgun over his next to a campfire, he assumed him to be Ross's brother. "A good day of hunting Mister," Jack said. "Yeah, not too bad, got some rabbits, coyotes, even an antelope. Still need a few more for the parlor though." Jack nodded "I see, well I'm looking for an Edgar Ross I was told by his wife he'd be out this way".

The man snorted and spat in the mechanism of his shotgun and started wiping it with an oily rag an odd way to maintain I firearm Jack thought. "Course I know him he's my brother after all, that must be one important letter for you to come all the way out here though". you have no idea Jack thought "Yes sir I plan on returning home after I deliver it" the young man responded. "Well, you best get to it then he's down the river a ways duck hunting be careful not to get on his bad side the man has a nasty temper" Philip responded as he adjusted his position at the campfire. "Thank you I'll be on my way home after I deliver this' Jack responds with a nod, he remounts his horse and heads downriver.

As Jack could hear the distant boom of a shotgun getting closer and closer his heart began to thump wildly in his chest and his mind raced, he could've sworn his heartbeat could be heard out loud and his breath became shallow and quick. Jack took a breath to Steele his nerves as the man he had traveled from Breechers hope all the way to Mexico to find finally came into view.

There Edgar Ross himself stood shin deep in the San Luis, pump shotgun in his shoulder cursing slightly that he had missed a group of ducks.

Jack calmed himself and began his approach calling out to the man "Excuse Me, you Edgar Ross?" to his credit for a man of his age, he whipped the muzzle of the shotgun around yet not quite pointing at him quicker than Jack would've expected.

"Do I know you?" Ross snarled equal parts angry and shocked that someone had snuck up on him. "Sorry for startling you sir I have a message for you, My Name is Jack Marston, you knew my father and I've come for you, Ross". A grim chuckle escaped Ross as stepped up from the bank towards the last Marston. "Ah, I see I remember your father, and you boy, have sure as shit found me".

Jack broke down into a stance his hand just over the Schofield revolver in his holster "You killed my father! You gang pressed him into doing your dirty work and shot him like a dog" Jack roared at him his hand trembling with anticipation itching like mad to draw.

"Your father killed himself with the life he lived and I'll kill you your little piece of trash now get the hell out of here before I kill you as well!" Ross spat. "I ain't going nowhere, old man!" Jack responds defiantly as the former agent drops into his stance, a strong hand hovering just over his government-issued Hi-power semi-automatic pistol.

Time slowed to a crawl as both men glared at each ready to pull their irons and destroy the other man, destroy everything he's ever been and everything he's ever gonna be, for the younger of the men this had already occurred twice in his short life and had nothing to lose; for the elder, he had a reputation, a storied career, and a family in short everything to lose.

Jack couldn't say for certain which of them reacted first but he could've sworn he saw Ross twitch and suddenly both men clasped the handles of their pistols and pulled and fired. Ross's shot went low and wide beside Jack while he hit Ross low right of his torso, when Ross flinched Jack took the moment of hesitation to fan the hammer of his revolver and unload five more bullets into Ross's center mass. The former agent slumped to the ground and began to slide down the embankment to the river. The acrid, sulfuric smell of burnt gunpowder hung in the air. Jack was at a loss, he didn't expect to live through the encounter in all honesty, he didn't know if wanted to walk over to the former agent's corpse and behead it or if he just wanted to crawl in a hole somewhere and cry.

Jack noticed Ross's pistol a shiny engraved Hi-power semi-automatic likely a Retirement gift from the bureau, He walked over to where the handgun was laying and shoved it in his satchel sparring a look at the former Lawman's corpse, he took a calming breath whistled for his horse mounted of and spurred him onward unsure of what the future would hold or what he would even do.