Tracking

There tracks were easy to find and follow, the wheel to the wagon was loose and left inconsistent tracks in the muddy path; if I could find tracks the hounds would surely be able to, so riding over the tracks started to pour the liquid along the tracks to mask the scent rode up the path exploring the scenery until I rode up the hill to the treed area riding up to guarded area, “Halt, whose there? Sean? Hosea?” “A friend of a Miss Gaskell!” “A friend you say?” “Yeah... I helped her earn some cash earlier!” the native lowered his gun before shooing me forward walked behind me as he followed behind me gun cocked and loaded for any potential actions that the camp disliked, “You may want to pull your hood down, it looks suspicious!” I nodded but walking forward looked around to see the women stare at me with whilst the men grabbed their guns and walked in front of me threatened by my presence, “Who in gods name are you?” Dutch spoke, I knew it was him his wanted posters were almost accurate, “I’m a friend of Mary-Beth!” Mary stopped and dropping the washing spoke, “James!?!” I nodded before handing her the documents spoke, “All in order!” she nodded before hugging me stated, “I can’t believe you got it done!” “Like I said the banker owed me a favour!” “How did you get here?” Dutch questioned lighting his cigar, “It’s called tracks and when you are on the run from multiple sherif departments and the larger law itself covering them is a must. Also that wagon wheel needs tightening!” Charles groaned before flipping it over with Javier and Bill started to tighten it by the looks of it again, “Look guys we have an deputy of the law, from Blackwater itself!” Micah laughed causing me to push his hand off my badge, “I could shoot you right here you know. I wouldn’t lose any sleep over it; however I am won’t risk the innocents!” “Innocents? Apart for Jack we have all done wrong!” Arthur spoke lighting his cigarette and nodding I spoke calmly, “Yes but petty thieving isn’t as bad as gunning innocents down in Blackwater because you didn’t get you end of the deal and then shooting more people down who saw...” “Is that was you believe?” Dutch queried and shaking my head I spoke, “No, it’s what I saw and what I heard as the innocents fled or tried to fight back, it’s the cries I heard as children were left orphans or parents when their children laid dead in their arms, I spent three days cleaning up after what you all did, telling parents their child isn’t missing but dead and they all said one thing to me: make them pay!” I walked over to the table and smashing the top of the bottle of on the edge of the tables spoke, “The problem is me killing all of you makes me as bad as you. As far as I see it apart for the cook over there you all should be hung over the side of the tree. You dirty rats!” “We live the free life!” “You all live in a fantasy world thinking people still want you. I bet you Arthur and Hosea have asked about this multiple times...” I sat down before grabbing a bowl of stew spoke, “The thing is you all hate the truth I am stating but you dare not ask me the question that is concerning you all especially the boys mother! Is anyone going to ask me?” it was then when a coloured woman walked up to me and sternly asked, “How much trouble are we in?” I laughed before clapping to her asked, “Name?” “Tilly!” “Well Tilly, the Pinkleton’s, Blackwater police department, all the other stations on standby, the government sending down more men, increased rates for capturing killing any member with proof and a bonus for capturing one alive, then it’s the Templar’s!” “Templar’s? As in the Knight a Templar’s?” “No a organisation that controls the major places of power and positions of power in America and over the world. You robbing their trains is really starting to piss them off!” I finished the bowl of Stew and leaning back heard, “And you?” “In a way your ally and also your enemy!” “That doesn’t exactly make me trust you!” Dutch spoke and nodding I stated, “Let’s just say I have a pricey investment here and every scratch upon it makes me mad no matter who touches it. So for now until it’s ready for me to remove it from the camp I am your friend and to prove it!” I walked up to the chest and opening my wallet dropped a hundred dollars into the tray and signed the book, “He could be useful!” Hosea muttered and nodding Dutch sighed, “Your right but keep an eye on him!” “I will get my tent!”