Chapter 1 Short Story

Jake rode his horse in thoughtful silence. The outlaw’s violent death didn’t bring him the peace he sought, but it did reinforce his need to return to Texas. With few exceptions, the bodies from the Scarlett Rose were unidentifiable and although the sheriff concluded that Duvall must have perished in the explosion, he wasn’t so sure. Something in the kid’s voice, fear perhaps, made him wonder.

With this circumstance the vigilantes decided that the man they were so kindly escorting didn’t deserve the rights to a fair trial. What these certain vigilantes did is not to be seen as the whole of the vigilante movement during the old west.

“I heard what you said, fool. Wherever this assassin is, I want you and an army of twenty other guards to hunt him down. Do whatever you can.” Her voice was not delicate anymore, as anger rose from her.

"I think a reasonable belief would be that his father got killed and then subsequently he shoots and kills these four people," the commander said. "Does he do that randomly? I mean only he can answer that question. I wouldn't suspect he would just pick four random people on the street. That wouldn't make sense to me."

“Who’s they?” he wanted to know. “Who, specifically, do you think is trying to murder you?”

Conflicts After the Deputy Marshal for the town is killed by Curly Bill, one of the cowboys, Wyatt escorts Bill to a hearing, where he is let go on account of there being no witness’ to the murder. Virgil at this point in the film begins to develop a conciseness and volunteers to be the new Deputy Marshal. Morgan shortly joins up with him, while Wyatt still refuses to get involved. Ike Clanton and Doc Holliday (among others) are gambling, after Holliday wins, Ike accuses Holliday of cheating. The viewer is lead to believe that Holliday had not cheated.

Angela gathered her clothing. “I’ll go. As much as I hate her, I can't understand why she’d harm Jake.”

“Why would he want to waste, Aiden?” Mason held his hands over the flames. “I mean . . . I admit there have been moments when I wanted to wring his neck, but murder?”

"Alright, gramps. I don't have all day," he began. "My city is literally burning to the ground and all I've been doing are these weird arbitrary tasks. I fought off your guardians, solved your puzzles, met this crazy guy with an eyepa-"

The diminutive felon answered with a grin "Yeah, but he's not shooting back anymore. I think he's hoping we'll just go away."

“Who shot the bandit? Not him?” He gestured to the unconscious man. Jake rested his back against the doorframe, letting his tall form blot out the midmorning sun.

The tears ran down his tan skin, but his eyes held no emotions. As the door shut with a loud thud,he moved away from my cell and stood stiff like a toy soldier awaiting its master. As his father sped up he turned the corner, his clothes once clean now had blogs of scarlet blood on his shirt along with his black jeans.

"Shh, I know...," interrupts Jake. Jake starts to cry as the screechers surround them. The schreechers attack

The brunette with the wavy hair and thick hips leaned the pole against a tree and seemed to be looking right at me. “A little help?”

She looked back up, seeing his expression she replied, "I know." She said smiling. She already knew he loved her.