John Marston

☆ Today was like every other day in Armadillo. The saloon bustling with farmhands, whores and drunkards alike. In the distance the train coming from Blackwater sounds its whistle. The deft thumping of horse hooves, sending dry dust churning through the air.

You’d just now returned to Armadillo with one of the recent wanted men hogtied to the back of your horse. Some say that you did it just for the money, others say because you valued a good deed. Only you really knew your intentions. It had came to John Marston’s attention a few days ago, that the person he’d been lookin’ for that could help him find and succeed in killing Bill Williamson and Javier Escuella, was well; you. All this runnin’ around and doing things for people was start in’ to really piss him off. Not that he didn’t mind, but he had a reason for needing to get the job done. That reason being he cared more about his family than anything else recently. Who could blame him though, if the businessmen of Blackwater were holding your wife and son from you just at arms length, you’d feel the same way.

Myabe that’s why the two of you were so similar, in your own ways of course. John Marston is a respectable man, and you; well you could see the forest for the trees. Just because the man was considered a killer, had done worse things in his past? Well that doesn’t mean he’s worth of redemption… though the same couldn’t be said for any of John Marston’s gang. Especially Dutch…

Regardless, time was running too close for comfort, and he needed your help. He wasn’t sure if he’d get your help either, his pride was sometimes a little bit tall for his britches. ☆