All fiery hello, in touch, four authors of blogs, including Shaggy_peach, floppy, wandering master and Cheezzy Purple beard. At the beginning of the year, we decided to hold a race to Red Dead Online, planning, together with the respected public Stopgame, subsequently write a holistic, exciting adventure. Then we asked everyone to help us, taking part in such an adventurous race. Sincerely thank those who responded.

Now we are ready to submit to the public the resulting story. A story consisting of events that occurred during the game session. Each of us, being in the chosen image, the role, will tell about what happened to him.

We will tell you how the suddenly incurring the past will poison the life of the legendary hunter. As a runaway criminal driven into a corner sow death in the cities of five states. We will tell about the torment of the young cowboy, confronted with the choice between love and revenge. And also mention the fate of the old sheriff, who decided to get involved in political games.

Charge your revolvers, check the pouches, because the train goes to Annesberg. And only one devil knows which of the passengers will get to the end station alive.

Family affairs

In childhood, they told me that life would not even notice, but no one said that at a completely random moment she would share it before and after, and this could happen more than once. And now, you are already over 40, you lived many small lives that have disappeared in time, like tears in the rain, but you did not live a single full -fledged. You have nothing to remember, there is nothing to be proud of, because all this was not with you.

This story is devoid of morality, devoid of beautiful sayings, this is just another little life that is about to end to an end.

My name is Moldi. Naturally - this is a fake name, they gave it to me 30 years ago, when I was in the gang. Being a naive small jerk, I thought that only such a life can be proud. Life is complete danger, cheap optimism and smell. We were a family, but then I met the real. Mary is a girl that helped me settle down, helped to understand what I am better than being actually. I miss her so much, it’s easier to die in our lousy time than to be born. My dear wife broke the disease, leaving me with a younger daughter. Malyutka Sue.

I was confused and crushed, because for life, all that I learned, it is to take the trigger, but to make a shot, filling the air with the smell of gunpowder and death. Then I became a hunter. Traveled out any predatory game and actually succeeded in this. But this meant only that for my daughter I was lost forever. First, long binges and grief on Mary, then I disappeared for a day, tracking the next pack. So my poor daughter became an orphan with a living dad.

What was all this tearful empty three? Now, I will tell you as my past, destroyed my future.

It was an ordinary routine day, I kept the way to Blackwood, there I was waiting for another order, for the next frightening area of ​​the beast. But I slightly in vorage, in connection with which I was forced to stay in Armadillal. Who would have thought that such a trifle would fall into me all that nightmare that will begin later. Deciding not to rush anywhere, I made a halt in a local saloon. Having moistened the throat with a couple of piles of fire water, I sat down to chat with the regulars of the institution. Then a man who hung the grave silence for the whole saloon came in. With a formidable look, he went to me. My interlocutors evaporated somewhere at once, and the bartender tensed and haggard a little behind his persistent.

- This is you the same famous hunter, which is often talked about in our area? - I turned to me, for now, a nameless man.

- Watching who asks, - without begging my suspicion, I answered.

“I need to talk to you,” the man threw his squint at the bartender, who nervously wiped the glass and pretended that everything was in order. - In private.

The bartender with a trembling hand pointed to the stairs, making it clear to the stranger that there is a secluded place at the top where we can settle our affairs. I stood up silently and headed for the stairs, a suspicious person after me. With each creak of the steps, my heart began to knock louder, and the instincts and the revolver trembling in the holster prompted that someone else would have been spent now.

Rising up, the stranger dragged the poor fellow sitting there. He really did not resist, only something mumbled with a nasty creaky voice.

- So who asks me? You have some kind of order? - I said carefully, trying to bring a formidable man to a conversation, instead of thoughtless fir.

- Not really. My name Bill Catting, I am a Sheriff of New Gannover, I have a couple of questions for you.

These words were like a shovel on the head. Although I have not had problems with the law for a very long time, the old habits have not gone away and from the lawyers it turned to the creak of teeth, but I tried not to show me.

- That's how. Well. For more than 15 years I have not been engaged in any illegal affairs, so I have no idea what you want to hear from me, I reacted with the indifferent calm and indifference.

- This is very commendable. But still, your past is very rich, I think you will not deny, - Bill said almost with a mockery, hiding a malicious grin. - You know a person who calls himself a stroke?

Glating a little, I replied:

- Yes, I knew a person that I called myself a sting, but I was in a hurry to assure you, the sheriff, that I saw him last time 15 years ago, then our paths parted. Since then I have not heard anything about him.

All this was true, although partially. I really had not seen Kashchei for more than 15 years, but he was my good friend when I was in the gang. Therefore, of course, I have heard about his adventures, which Bill Cattting is definitely not necessary to know.

I assured the sheriff that I had no business with former gang members, and that he has nothing to learn from me. Bill left me clearly, making it clear that faith in my words a little. I hurried to the exit, it seems that the halt is canceled. It is necessary to hurry into Blackwood, so as not to get into the story, in which, in fact, I was already involved in the ears.

I drove my horse that there is urine, cutting night landscapes, lit by a beautiful moonlight. At some point, I heard the clatter of hooves behind me. I turned around and saw a figure on a horse that rushed after me. It seems to be Bill again. I slowed down my trotter, and then completely stopped him. The moon slightly illuminated the approaching figure. The man also stopped and hastened to dismount from the horse.

“Well, Zdarova, Moldy,” a familiar voice sounded to horror. A voice so distant past that it causes a panic feeling deja vu.

- Who are you? - I asked, already knowing the answer, but did not want to admit it.

- You are serious? Do not recognize an old friend? - deliberately offended the ghost of the past.

Mother of God. Kashchei? How did your faced shook the year - I experienced very double feelings. On the one hand, I was glad to see an old friend, but on the other, literally an hour earlier, I could have problems because of him.

- Yes, look at yourself! Farmer life has not spared you at all.

- I'm not a farmer, Kashchei, I am a hunter. And I just have an order in Blackwood.

- That's great. Do not mind if I pump you with you?

I grinned and nodded approvingly. We parted on the saddles and continued the path together. Despite the fact that I have not seen Kashchei from the moment my mustache began to grow, I considered it necessary to inform him of Bill Cattting. And as it turned out, for a reason.

- Well, you still do the same? Rob, kill, burn life? - I started the conversation.

- That's it, buddy, everything is so.

- And how are things? Like guys?

- No more guys. Lost everyone in the last business. Damn the lawyers knew everything, someone was very well aware of our plans. Now I am looking for one lousy who should answer for the death of my brothers.

- It is terrible to hear. That's why I threw it all.

- If I did not know you, I would think that you are a coward, Moldi.

- It's not about cowardice, but in.

- In a woman. Heard. And where is your beauty now?

- Died. Now only me and my daughter remained - Sue.

- My condolences. So the price of such a life is muffled.

- This is your opinion, Kashchei.

For a while we rode in silence, as if talking to each other in our heads, choosing the right words. I remembered Bill.

- By the way, about the lawyers. I'm coming from Armadillalo. You are familiar with a man named Bill Catting, Sheriff New Gannover. He overtook me in a saloon and began to ask about you, ”I began my story about a sudden meeting.

- Damn, yes this is the cop, according to whose fault we shot our guys! Where is he?! - Kashchei flared up right there. It was evident how much he hated catting and how much he wanted to pay for the death of the gang.

- I am without a concept, I did not tell him anything. Anyway, I tell you about this by old friendship, I don't need any problems. There are enough of my problems on the other side, - remembering my daughter, I blurted out.

- What are you talking about? - calmed down a little, asked Kashchei

-my daughter contacted one jerk, the son of some sheriff. Although I left the gang, I hate all these lawyers, everything is the same. She wants to marry this upstart, but this will happen only through my corpse! - Now I have broken from the chain.

So we continued our conversation about the family, Bill Catting and Sheriff's Son. A flock of coyots distracted us, which circled at the entrance to the Blacaoter. It seems local and worried about them. I threw up my carbine, Kashchei also decided to participate, the poor Shavkov simply had no chance. So, the work has not yet begun, but I have already completed it.

We drove up to Blackwall. The warm sun slowly began to appear from the horizon, laying on sand roads with soft light. Kashchei, saying goodbye, directed his horse to the city, but I preferred to linger a little in order to enjoy dawn. Yes, and, what a sin to hide, the desire to get involved in the dark deeds of his old acquaintance did not burn.

After waiting a little, I directed my horse to the city. Suddenly the districts of shots stunned the district. Eh, Blacwater does not change. As it was a hole 20 years ago, so it remained it. I grabbed a carbine and ... no. I have long lost the habit of shooting at people. Unfolding the horse, I directed her away. To please the local population with deliverance from a flock of beds will still have time. Moreover, there is another work in the surrounding forests.

After a while, the clatter of hooves was heard. Turning around, I saw a galloping catting, followed by some young guy.

- Oh, hunter! - Bill barked, driving up to me. spins-castle.co.uk - You will not accidentally tell me where your friend?

- I have no idea, sheriff - with my inherent calm I answered. - And I have to remind you that these are your business. I'm not going to intervene in them, I swear by my wife's grave.

Catting only grunted incredulously and hurried away. Only me and the guy remained on the road. I looked carefully at his face.

- We. Familiar? I asked uncertainly, continuing to inspect him.

“I don't think, sir,” the young man answered slightly lowering his head.

-Then you need something from me?

After that, the shket also hastened to leave, and I was loaded with my thoughts, moved into the forest, trying to remember how I could know this little one. A flock of wolves appeared in the vicinity, which sometimes scares lonely travelers. I should deal with them. So the work was still ahead. I was so immersed in my thoughts that I did not even notice how I overtook me.

- And here you are, buddy! - He called me.

- Yes, here I am. - It's still thoughtful, I answered on the machine - you shot at Blackwood? What did you get into?

-Ohhh, brother, which I just hadn't gone into recently.

We talked a little about. Kashchei said something about the restless lawyer. Having caught on the topic, I remembered the persistent boyfriend of my daughter, who gave a lapel a turn. Since that guy was a son of some sheriff. After which our paths dispersed.

My old comrade added the move and rushed far ahead, through the thickets. And I was waiting for a wolf flock that I began to track down. I have been hunting for 15 years, so I did not particularly find a bunch. Reducing their population by several individuals, I went straight to Straberry. The heart was out of place. The weather deteriorated, a strong wind rose, and clouds accumulated above his head. Because of which by the middle of the day it was quite noticeably dark.

As soon as I stopped in the city, when I saw Sue, who sits on a familiar horse. And a familiar jerk was already sitting on a familiar horse. Something clicked in my head. I clung to the reins on instincts that there was urine barked menacingly:

- Well, stand! - and rushed after the jerk.

In response, I only heard Sue cried out:

But then the thunderstorm, unprecedentedly bursting into our monosyllabic dialogue, immediately finished it. Behind the thunderstorm from the sky, the first drops began to pour. A minute later it was already a rain. The sun left any attempts to illuminate us with the remnants of daylight and gave a road that is barely breaking through from behind the clouds of the moon.

I drove that there is strength, but Strogerry's surroundings were surrounded by a thick, impenetrable forest. Because after a couple of steep turns of the jerk from sight, I lost, but I did not leave attempts to find it. Going to the cliff, which was dazzlingly shining in the rays of the moonlight, I found a boyfriend, but there was no horse or Sue with him.

I dismounted and headed for him. We have become opposite each other. I violated the first silence.

- Where is she? - Zedya through my teeth, I uttered.

- In a reliable place, sir.

-I ask you in a good way. Leave my daughter alone.

- She made her choice. Why you just won't rejoice for her?

- Rejoice at what? That she contacted the family of corrupt, sniffing lawyers?

- My father does not care about my relationship with Sue, as well as you.

- My daughter will not meet with the family of the lawyers and the point!

- I'm afraid this is not to you to solve.

- Yes? Then, you made your choice - everything was boiling in me. It seemed that the drops of rain fell on me instantly turned into steam, my anger was so strong, after the words of this arrogant skirt.

Having stopped restraining, I pounced shouting on an upstart, putting it on the ground.

- Where is my daughter?! Where is she?! - I shouted, along the way of the cramp bastard. I managed to make some weighty blows on his physiognomy, but he was still able to drop me. Emotions overwhelmed me, forcing me to act recklessly. At first, the jerk kept the defense, but when I saw that I was exhausted, I inflicted a couple of clear blows under the breath. My breathing was straying, then Shket tried to charge me in the face, I still could predict one blow and dodged, but the second came exactly to the target. Well, hook on his left was very good.

My sluggish attempt to counterattack did not lead to anything. I just caught a few more blows. Singing the undergrowth with his foot, I managed to win a couple of useless seconds, for which I managed to realize only that I began to swim before my eyes. The jerk of this naturally took advantage of this, inflicting the next, this time the last blow, which sent me to the knockout.

I saw images. I saw Mary who looked at me condemningly. I saw Sue who called for help. I saw the faces of people who brought so much pain. The dripping rain quickly brought me to his senses, but of course, neither Sue nor the skin was already here. Only my horse, which obediently mole in the rain and waited until her unlucky owner delegates to wake up.

I remember that Sue rented a room in Straberry, I have to have time there, and if they are not there, then find clues to understand where to look for them. My inflamed brain refused to accept the fact that my home daughter would connect her life with this cut. The son of a lawyer who beat and left to wallow in the rain in the forest of his beloved’s father, that's all his essence, a good son -in -law! For silent curses, I did not notice how I was home to the city.

The rain is over. Early morning is an excellent time of day, unless your face hurts, and you do not get wet to the thread, lying in the mud. I drove up to the apartments where I lived Sue and hurried into her room. The door was locked, and that meant that I was late. I could only break into her, in the hope of finding something. A couple of strokes with your foot and a wooden flimsy door succumbed, opening my path. To my happiness, the doves gathered clearly in a hurry, having thrown all things, which means I could find what I was looking for.

I climbed into the bedside table and found a bunch of letters there. It was their correspondence. There was no thoroughly to study the entire stack of time, I grabbed the last few letters and began to look for any information that would lead me to Sue. I learned that they plan to visit the Roads first, and then leave our lands, sitting on a train in Annesberg. This is unthinkable! That he spat on my poor Sue that she hung her ears so much that she was even ready to escape with him to another state or even a country.

It was impossible to lose a second. I decided that I could catch them in Ruds in order to prevent you from getting to Annesberg. Before County of Straberry, I went to check the mail. There I noticed a rather long-standing order from the inhabitants of Saint-Denis, who were tortured by alligators. That's glorious. If I suddenly be late for Roads, I will sit on a train in Saint-Denis to get to Annesberg before them.

Overwhelmed with confidence and motivation, I hit the road! My road was lying through Valentine and if they are suddenly lucky, they will decide to relax there, which means I will have more chances.

The path was not bad, so I had time to think over everything. For almost all day I spent on the road to Valentine and to my surprise, instead of a jerk and daughter, I found Bill Catting there there.

- Oh, hunter! And what are you fates here? - Strange rejoicing, he called me.

“Sheriff,” I nodded in greeting him. - Everything in the same case, for work. And you?

- Do not believe it, but also! You see, you hunt animals, I am hunting for rats. In a sense, our professions are similar.

My jaw involuntarily tightened, and my teeth from a distance of a barely audible crack. It flashed through my head: "Yes, a sheriff, there is something in it".

How much did I make efforts so as not to break his smug muzzle.

- No, I just do this. And you, after all, have matured to help me? - Bill asked with easy hope.

-I still don't know where he went. Yes, and understand, we once were friends with him,-realizing what the sheriff was driving about, I answered.

-Oh-oh, honor among thieves, so? I understand, I understand,-for some time he was silent for some time, and then added. - Listen, and you play poker?

- I know one excellent table in Roads, my best parties have always been played there, if you will make me a company?

- And you know. I am happy. But I literally need to besiege a couple of bears, maybe we'll meet there? - trying to merge, I invented.

- Great, I will wait for you there.

After that we parted. I realized that I definitely out of hand to meddle in Roads. It is better to immediately go ahead of the train and go on a train in Saint-Danny, and from there to Annesberg. Because to climb into family showdowns, while the lawyer is on the tail is a bad undertaking.

So I did. Alligators were waiting for me. Dangerous creatures, but for them the reward will be appropriate. The only problem was that before Saint-Deni the road was even longer than Valentine, but neither I nor my horse could allow myself to arrange a halt. There was no time. There is still a long way ahead.

Having overcome the distance, having exhausted, I began to search for alligators on the approaches to Saint-Denis. Cunning and deadly beasts easily merge with the swamp terrain, so the main thing is to hold the ear.

After an hour of intensive surveillance and hunting for amphibian game, I heard shots and rushed to the sounds of the finger. It was Kashchei with Bill. Catting threw my comrade to the ground and began to bind. I understood that if I did not intervene, then most likely I would never see a person again, that I was once my brother. But if I intervene, then I endure my daughter and I can lose her forever.

A little familiar scream was heard a little at a distance.

- Father! You're fine? - It was a damn jerk who turned to Bill.

Here it is, a sheriff from New Gannover means. You should have guessed. “This is what a conspiracy?!"I shouted in my hearts. What kind of family is this nasty. I was stepped over, I'm tired of it. I jumped onto the horse and hurried to the aid of Kashchei.

-Bi-i-Ill! I shouted and knocked the sheriff from my feet. I quickly jumped off the horse and began to free Kashchei from the ropes. In turn, the son helped his dad get up. We stood opposite each other and it became clear that fights could not be avoided. I attacked the jerk. Kashchei attacked the sheriff.

We fought in the swamps of Saint-Deni, scaring away people passing by. At some point, a mysterious stranger drove up to us, dressed in everything black, he knocked me down on a horse. Not wanting to put up with this, I grabbed a revolver from the holster to get rid of at least this problem. The veil of anger closed my gaze, I could not stop me. However, the stranger with a quick movement grabbed his revolver and fired. Acute pain pierced my leg. I dropped my weapon and grabbed the bleeding wound. Sheriff's son took advantage of the situation and fled as soon as possible. I was bleeding and watched how Bill and the mysterious stranger beat Kashchei, in my eyes all began to swim.

With my last strength, I pulled myself together, crawled to a horse and pulled medicines from my bag to at least somehow dance the pain. I barely crawled on the horse and rushed back into battle. Understanding that, remaining here only I will lose the opportunity to stop the jerk, I decided not to linger, but only to give a Kashchei chance to escape. I shot at the stranger and, it seems, hit his shoulder, he collapsed on his back. I acted with Bill exactly as before, as before, knocked him to a damn mother with his horse. As soon as he has not died yet, I don't know.

Now I had to find the son of Sheriff as a whole Saint-Denis. But I think I was lucky, and the caddy did not run away. I threw Lasso on him because of which he flew away suddenly from a horse. I got down with my own and began to limp to the bastard in order to tie him. But the sheriff's son managed to get out, which means it is time to arrange a second round. While the shket came to my senses, I hit him in the face with a scope. He leaned to the very ground, after which he immediately received his knee in his nose. The Malets knew where to beat, so in response hit me with a heavy boot on a shot leg. I fell to my knee, however, I didn't even think to give up.

Waited the moment and drove him right into the solar plexus. Got up and inflicted several shocks on the face. It was evident that the jerk is barely standing on the feet. I grabbed him by the scruff and rammed his nose with my forehead. The body of the skin fell without feelings. But all this did not make sense, just self-affirmation that I could still. My plan was in another.

Sheriff's son definitely hid Sue somewhere in Saint-Denis. There is no point in looking for her now here. I will adhere to the plan and go to Annesberg on the nearest train, there I will take these doctors by surprise. Say thank you, Sue that I didn't kill your lover right now.

Lame, wounded, beaten and tired, I got to the train. I disconnected almost instantly. Waking up already in Annesberg, I hurriedly with the rest of the passengers leave the car. In a light flea market, I try to find a place where it will be wider and, to my horror, I notice Bill and Kashchei. All this time we went on one train. We all needed Annesberg, but why? We saw each other, the tension only increased.

“This seems to be our final stop, gentlemen,” Bill said almost theatrically.

“And that’s right, it's a pity you are in the minority,” said Kashchei, pulling out the revolver from the hollow.

- Wait, not everything is assembled yet. We are waiting for your son, I patch him in your site so that he no longer climbs to my daughter, ”I blurted out.

- Okay, hunter. It seems you have already chosen the side.

Criminals do not read newspapers

Where to start? From how I met my former accomplices, Moldy? This cormorant exchanged his life full of money, women and adventures for forest squirrels, berries-flowers and other purple.

Or from how, because of one miserable sheriff, my whole gang climbed? Some of them still have no milk on the lips, and they already feed the worms in the mass grave on the tip of this old fart.

Or from the way I first crossed the road to this legal? His woman would be now alive and sound if it had not begun to threaten me with a barrel.

Be that as it may, all my brothers are dead. And in no other way, as fate, I can not name the fact that the only person to whom I allowed to leave my gang met on my path between Armadillo and Blackwood.

Moldy was always not from this world, but with a revolver in his hand his hands never sweated, and therefore he was useful to me, both fifteen years ago, and now.

Talking and remembering the old days, I found out that his sweet wife had already gone to the next world. Fortunately, his daughter did not suffer the fate of his mother. In front of Blackwater, our paths dispersed. Moldy continued to play a respectable citizen and was lost in local forests, but I hurried to the town. Where he did not by all by the way the same lawyer, because of which my guys were gone.

This was not my first shootout in this city and God forbid is not the last. Having climbed onto the roof of one of the buildings, I shot several badges of lawyers, but, unfortunately, the main among them was not. Apparently ran like a rat from a ship. But I had nothing to do there. Bandits are real sharks. Floating on the smell of blood, and if they stop in one place, then this will kill them. Read in one newspaper while he was chasing. Sounds like nonsense, but I remembered. Beautiful.

One way or another, fading from the cops to the forest, I again met my former comrade. Instead of helping me to get rid of the persistent sheriff, who decided our brothers, this frame decided to help the local villageness get rid of pests. Verily not far away, I would not be surprised that his wife picked up something from his game, but he was generally a dream about her daughter, that she had already spoiled her more than once.

However, one of the local guys began to take care of her. Moldy said that the little one is the sheriff’s son, which is why I was almost sick. How can he allow his daughter to hobbing with this outfit?

Finding away to shoot all kinds of carcasses, I decided, without saying goodbye, move on. The road brought me to Straberry. A filthy place in which I was not eager to stay. I hunched over, as they say, because the first whom I met in this city was the same crazy sheriff who runs after me all over the West as a Museum with full eggs behind the first skirt. I aimed at him right in the head, but either my trunk was too dirty, or this lousy reflects bullets, but the shot fell on his nag. Damn, not a single cop is worth a horseshoe horses. One way or another, it gave me time to fade from this dank place. I hope I applied this word correctly, read it on one newspaper with which I wipe my ass.

Everything that happened next, I saw only in crazy humorous synematographer. Some kind of shket with a young girl, bickering, pulled things out of bags on the street. Shifted back and forth, entered the hotel, carried it back. I wanted to help them, so to speak, to facilitate bags. They would quickly find the owner unnecessary things in the market. However, I decided to bypass these crazy.

But the funny thing happened further, because in the vicinity of Saint-Deni I met a vile lawyer. And here the plot is already beginning to acquire the outlines of crappy novels written for women who have learned to read. Since in the midst of our fight, they apparently jumped to the sound of shooting, and it is not clear where the broor of Moldi came from, and some stranger, that crazy with Straberry. The most funny. This crazy one is none other than the son of this cop, and he was not bickering with a random woman, but with the daughter of my brother Moldy.

The last nightmare was happening. The sleeves that the Earth could be covered for sure to melt into the armored train, but as usual, these cowards managed to fade, which, in fact, I did until the army came to the city, thinking that a civil war began in the country.

But either our world is too cramped, or fate wants me to deal with this cop, but having climbed a train to Annesberg, I met him. And what he even forgot on this train? It seems he really has a tooth on me.

The struggle for his future

My name Frank Nilsen. And this is my story.

I will start from afar, briefly telling about my life, whose events took place before this story. I was born and raised in Annesberg. Even during my childhood years, I ran into a disgusting person nicknamed Kashchey. He brutally killed my whole family. Since then, my father has become a sheriff of New Gannover, Mr. Billy Cipping. He raised me as a dear son, helped to get to my feet, thanks to which I became who I am now.

Not so long ago I left my father’s house in order to become a free person and find my fate. I did it also because a new man appeared in my life - a beautiful Susan, with whom we were connected by strong bonds of love. Her father was against our union, in connection with which I began to look for a quiet place where we could not obey his will. The search for a safe place for us two brought me to a small town of New-Ostin, whose name Tyblwid. In it I wanted to settle down and start a calm family life. And even though I lived in Straberry, I'm sure how many miles were between us, we would still be together.

It is here that my story begins. While in Tambelwood, I found out that Kashchei showed up in the state of New-Ostin, where I was by that time. Thus, I ended up at a crossroads: my soul demanded to get even with the killer of my family, while my heart wanted to fulfill the promise that I made a beautiful Sue in the past, namely to marry it. And yet, my heart was stronger.

On the appointed day, on my right horse, I left Tyblwl and headed for Straberry, so that I reunited as soon as possible with my narrowed. On the way, I made a stop in the town of Armadillalo. Here I was waiting for a pleasant meeting with my stepfather, Mr. Bill. In a conversation with him, I tried not to talk about my true goals of the trip, but it seems that even then he guessed everything. My stepfather is a worthy and respected person and, as it turned out later, he was favorably treated by my lover's choice.

On the way I drove to Blackwood. The first troubles were waiting for me there, for it was there that I met with two people who were not the most pleasant for me: it was Father Sue - Mr. Moldiy, and my sworn enemy - Kashchei. The meeting with the future father -in -law was relatively calm, because then he had not yet guessed about my intentions. But I noticed a bandit on the main street of Blackwood right away! However, then I did not have time to do anything, because suddenly my stepfather intervened in this story. The shootout ensued.

Mr. Bill tried to catch this devil, but he, climbing the roof, shot several people and disappeared. Sheriff jumped on his horse and rushed to look for him. I, led by an internal sense of justice, galloped after my stepfather. Hoped to help him, but our attempts were unsuccessful. Kashchei disappeared.

After talking with his stepfather and promising him not to get involved in trouble, I went to Straberry. To his beloved. Sue was already waiting for me there, preparing a couple of bags for the trip. Of course, all her things simply would not fit on my right horse. I had to, almost on the street, shake the bags, getting rid of excess. But now, everything is ready. We have already saddled the horse, as my future father -in -law suddenly showed up.

Susan cried out in surprise. I, without planning such an early acquaintance with the future father -in -law, spun the horse. The pursuit began.

I could quickly navigate, thanks to which I managed to cover Sue in a safe hut in the forest. My meeting with Mr. Moldy this time was several times more serious than the previous. During our conversation, I tried to convince him that real feelings are associated with his daughter. However, this person stated that since I am the son of a lawyer, he will not allow her to be with me. Then he attacked me. We have a fight. I managed to get out of the fight by the winner. The future father -in -law decided to lie down for a while, and I hurried to Sue. I suppose that she should not yet know about the prevailing negotiations with her father very unsuccessfully.

From the early morning we continued the way. Our road lay in Annesberg, from where we planned to go by train even further. But at first it was necessary to visit the Roads. Yes, even though the church located in its environs is abandoned, nevertheless it remains a holy place. A temple in which lovers can connect their union before the face of the Lord.

Oh, not to convey in words how we were happy. While in the dungeons of the church, late at night, we tied our fate in heaven. This was the most important event in my life, which I will never forget about. Sue, I love you madly. And as soon as we leave away from these places, then we will definitely get married, as the Bible requires.

The path to Saint-Deni passed calmly. Leaving Sue in the hotel room, I went to the nearest market in order to buy a little provisions.

Buying a provisions on the road in the Saint-Denis market, an interesting conversation of local ones came to my hearing. One merchant told his comrade that these days is unsafe in the vicinity, and therefore he was forced to direct the carts with goods along other, more calm roads. He also told about the dangers themselves: in addition to alligators who have long scored the inhabitants of Saint-Denis, a dangerous bandit seemed to have appeared in the marshes of the state of Lemun, whose head was appointed a large reward-Kashchei.

After these words, I seemed to be a hoof on the head: I rushed to my horse, saddled it and galloped to leave the city. I knew that where Kashchei was, there is Mr. Catting, which he was obliged to help.

As soon as I drove up to the swamps, right there in the distance, I heard the roar of shots. As soon as possible, I spun the horse and rushed in their direction. I arrived on time, because it was at that moment that my stepfather needed help. Sheriff Catting knocked down on the ground and began to bind. Having seen this picture at a short distance, I called out the representative of the law, after which I immediately noticed Mr. Moldy: having shouted something about us with displeasure, he knocked his stepfather and freed the newly captured bandit!

I was furious from such a turn, and a fight started between us immediately. Suddenly, in the midst of our conflict, a third party appeared: a stranger shot my negligent father -in -law. After that, I noticed that Kashchei somehow managed to escape and realized that it was time for me to make my legs too. I saddled the horse and galloped him back in Saint-Denis.

I was well aware that I had very little time left: Father Sue would soon come to my senses and sit on our tail. I am sure that at our next meeting, he will not only be fists, and it can end fatally. My fears were confirmed almost immediately: I did not have time to get to the hotel, where I left my love, as in one of the lanes, Lasso was thrown over me. It was Mr. Moldy! I still can't understand how he came to my senses so quickly?

As a result of our short battle, I was defeated. The hunter beat me until I lost consciousness. Experience and rage make him an almost invincible opponent for me, and a recent wound gives him only more strength.

I don’t know how much I lay in the alley of Saint-Deni, but after a while I managed to recover, after which I somehow reached the hotel. Sue was in horror when she saw me in this state. This was my most difficult disappointment, for she should not see me in such a beaten and humiliated state. From now on I will do everything so that this does not happen again!

After the processing and dressing of the Russian Academy of Sciences, I demanded from her to collect things as soon as possible, so that we go on the road right now. From this moment, time began to play against me, because Father Sue, and, possibly, Kashchei, now on the way to Annesberg. Tomorrow they will already be there and organize an ambush against me, but there was no other way out. The plan remained the same: to take the train and leave as far as possible from these lands.

Having collected things and prepared for the road, we went to Annesberg along with Sue. It was the most intense road in my life: every traveler who met on the road made me involuntarily reach for the handle of a revolver. On the way, I was forced to tell Sue what happened all this time, because she would never have calmed down, do not recognize the truth. I did not want to put her before the choice between me and her father, because it was very dangerous. But, apparently, she already made her choice and was ready to go with me to the end.

And so, we are here, at the Annesberg station, holding hands, we approach the puffing express that will deliver us to a new life.

The old people have no place here

A slightly shabby walnut-colored handle of Kolta, she looked predatory out of a holster that once belonged to my father. Catting Sr., who had reached no less than twenty-five years old, was an overly hot-tempered person, for which one day, in principle, he paid. In vain, then he still quarreled with Cassidy's brothers. However, these are the cases of past days.

What, unfortunately, can not be said about a small misunderstanding that happened in absentia between me and the lawyers of Blackwood. It is a pity, of course, old Jesse, but what was done is done.

Leaving the faithful trotter at the horseman in front of the saloon, I headed for the local sheriff. I hope we, as decent people, gentlemen, very quickly resolve the disagreements that arose between us.

Initially, our conversation did not get wrong a little. The chief lawyer, sitting at the table, concentratedly cleaned his own badge with the tip of the knife. The case is undoubtedly important, however, it flashed in absentia, which the sheriff had not yet guessed, did not require delay.

Introducing myself and offering to solve the problem peacefully, I sank to a chair standing opposite the guardian of order. To my great disappointment, the chief lawyer of Blackwood, very rudely, refused to return the cargo selected from Jesse. Moreover, the request for the payment of monetary compensation to the widow, who lost his spouse through the fault of his zealous subordinates, was also rejected.

Well, the voiced objections naturally led to negotiations. To a gentleman dialogue with a gentleman. During a short conversation, we were still able to come to a common agreement. The lawyer, convincing the fairness of the above arguments, went back. Having promised at the same time, not to interfere with my little business combined with the scabies in New Gannover.