Thread: Red Dead Revenge (Me and Wind)

Cholla Springs, a beautiful piece of desert and a perfect spot to hide. There was the gorge near by that could be used to silently slip through someones sight if need be and then there was the hills near Hangman's peak that could be managed and used as a perfect snipering range. Ashley Hayes lay out in the open behind a rock, blood trickling down her right arm as she clenched her shoulder tightly. The hungarian half-breed she had been riding was not to far from her, shot dead from right underneath her. Her labored breathing caused her to choke on the air, her lungs begging to have it as she shook behind a large boulder. Come on out Ash. We just want to talk, a voice slurred as Ashley picked her head up to see if she could get a glimpse of who spoke. Although she already knew who the voice belonged to. Joseph Cross, a member of the gang she used to run with. Of course that was about a year or so ago, she couldn't remember. All she could remember was the memory of being betrayed by her right hand man, James Butcher. She growled at the thought of the man before she pulled out her Bolt-action Repeater. She held it close to her chest and took a deep breath. She picked herself up and leaned against the boulder, sticking her head out a little to captuer a glimps of Joseph. Thats bullshit Joe and you know it. I know James sent you out after me to finish the job that he couldn't. Now do yourself a favor and walk away Joseph. I don't want to have to kill you, she shouted from her position. She hoped he would do as she said and leave. She closed her emerald eyes before quickly standing to her feet. A few seconds, and she shot the nearest man she could see. The man fell to the floor with a hard thud and a short scream. She could feel a few of the bullets maiming her dark brown hair as it fluttered behind her. That was uncalled for Ash. You used to be one of us. You used to lead us, and now it's your time to follow our new leader, Joseph shouted, reloading the volcanic pistol he held in his hands. Ashley merely chuckled in response. She was the original leader of the Butcher gang, although when she ran it, it was called the Hues gang, out of respect of the former leader, Johnathan Hues. He was a good man that got caught and was hung. And now you have crossed me, shot me, and then left me to die. How would you react if your loyal followers did that to you? She put an emphasis on loyal. It was true. When James became her right hand man, he slowly started to change. Before it was just about the train robberies, bank heists, and the looting. Then it shifted to murder and raping innocent young girls, and Ashley wouldn't stand for that. And for that, James Butcher shot her, leaving her in Hangman's Peak to die. Fortunately for her, she didn't. She panted heavily now as the sweat seemed more like rainfall to her eyes. The liquid that managed to squeeze it's way through her eyelids burned her eyes. She quickly wiped it away with the white shirt she was currently wearing and cursed to herself. She needed to end this quickly, and so far, there were no solutions. She reloaded her Repeater and took a blind shot over the boulder, managing to strike another person. Whether he was dead or not didn't matter to her so long as he was hit. After a few minutes that seemed like hours, four men lay dead, and left six standing. Ashley was down to only two bullets. She grunted as more waves of bullets flew past her, taking chunks of the rock with it. She could hear some of the men starting to move closer, and she was going to take them with her. She stood to fire at the two men, and actually aiming for Joseph, hoping to take him with her.