Thread: Red Dead Revenge (Me and Wind)

Mid summer in New Austin, everyone had two words to describe it, hot, and dangerous. You see, the local gangs around New Austin seem to become more erratic, more vicious in the hot months of mid summer. They tended to rob, murder and steal at a rate higher than any other time. For most people, it's a time to stay on your guard, to be wary and prepared for the worst. However, for Jayden Williams, full-time bounty hunter. It was the best time of the year, wanted posters hung on every street with rewards in the hundreds. It was a financial boon for 34 year old Jayden, and he was happy to partake in this vast opportunity for money. Jayden had been a bounty hunter for many years. To him, it was the best job in the world. He could kill people, show the general populous he's more skilled and more dangerous than the bandits he put in jail. All the while he can sleep soundly at night knowing that he's doing a good deed, and helping the world be a better place. Not that he much cared for the romantic ideals of the sheriffs he hands the bounties over to. He mostly got into this for the money, and the fact that with his background and skills, he wouldn't be good at anything else. Jayden sat at the edge of the bar in Armadillo, his deep hazel eyes staring at a bounty posting he recently took. It was the leader of a gang that has been particularly notorious. The Butcher gang, with it's leader, James Butcher. Quite an appropriate name for a man who makes a living killing people and terrorizing entire towns daily. Reward of 1,200 American dollars alive, with 900 dollars dead, as offered by the federal government themselves. That was the largest sum of money Jayden had ever seen for a bounty, the biggest gang leader he'd taken on prior was John Delrey, a man who got Jayden 340 dollars, and that was no easy feat. Now this... How terrible, how large must this man's following be to earn him such an impossibly high bounty? What crimes must he and his gang committed? These thoughts however were superfluous to him now, he wanted that money, he wanted to retire on that money. Maybe get himself a piece of land out in the wilderness, settle down and put down his rifle. He let out a sigh and took a large swig from the whiskey bottle he'd been slowly drinking for a time now, helped steel his nerves. He knew he couldn't tackle that guy alone, he had to get some help, but from who? Who would be daft enough to attempt to take down the biggest gang in the west down? Jayden finished off his bottle, letting out a sharp breath of air once it had gone down and he stood up. Donning his black felt cowboy hat. Jayden stood at six feet, four inches tall, he had medium long dark brown hair. He wore a long old duster coat that probably has seen more battles and gunfights than he ever has or will. Concealed inside it was a Schofield revolver sheathed comfortably within it's holster, his all-time favorite weapon. At his back was slung a Winchester Repeater, and at his left hip he had a sawed-off shotgun within a custom made holster. Jayden left the bar, folding the poster and stashing it in the pocket on the inside of his duster. He mounted his horse, an American Standard-bred he acquired through a rancher that was going to put him down just because he had a pretty bad sprain. Jayden bought him from the rancher and mended the horse's leg. Ever since he has been a very trusted and intelligent steed. Jayden decided to go hunting for some food, he hadn't eaten all day which was quite a while considering the sun was slowly falling from the sky. He spurred his mount into motion, urging him to go at a fast pace, he needed to finish hunting before the sun went down. He rode out into Cholla Springs, hoping to find a few deer. However what he found was not what he expected. As he rode he could hear gunshots in the distance, his curiosity got the better of him and he rode in the direction of the shots fired, it couldn't be a hunter, there were too many shots, it sounded like a fight was going on. He stopped at the bottom of a hill and dismounted. Whatever was going on it was happening just over this ridge. He ascended the hill and laid down flat at the top. He saw a shootout between a woman and six men, with four other men on the ground presumably dead. The men attacking the woman were obviously bandits. He drew his revolver and prepared to help the woman in distress, even though she seemed to be doing just fine from where he was sitting.