This will be a story I will update when the mood strikes me.
Prologue: What have we done?
There he was, on the ground, bleeding out the side of his head. It was a horrid sight, one man walked in and saw the corpse of the once loved, living, breathing sheriff. "...M...Murderer!" he shouted at me and my two brothers.
We are getting a little ahead of ourselves
Act one: Animals
Chapter one : Pigs on the wing pt one
About five years ago my brothers and I had an idea. We would become bandits and build a posse that would rival that old Jesse James, and none of us would shoot the other in the back! It started out just the three of us, doing raids on caravans and settlers. Ya know small stuff, then we wanted more, we wanted riches and a posse.
Chapter two: Dogs
We were a small time group that got some attention from the local news, "The brothers Powell strike again! Three weeks ago a caravan was robbed by what was thought to be the new bandits, Bryce, John (little John), and (Sneaky) Shawn Powell." a man came up to us and asked if he could join, we said "well old man yall dont got the guns, and you certainly dont have the strength!" The man pulled out two colt 1887 Single Action Armies, "this good enough? If not I got some guns back in my wagon you might like."
And that was the newest addition to the team; Burt Engle Wood, an odd old man, with the smarts and guns to back up his tenacity.
Prologue: What have we done?
There he was, on the ground, bleeding out the side of his head. It was a horrid sight, one man walked in and saw the corpse of the once loved, living, breathing sheriff. "...M...Murderer!" he shouted at me and my two brothers.
We are getting a little ahead of ourselves
Act one: Animals
Chapter one : Pigs on the wing pt one
About five years ago my brothers and I had an idea. We would become bandits and build a posse that would rival that old Jesse James, and none of us would shoot the other in the back! It started out just the three of us, doing raids on caravans and settlers. Ya know small stuff, then we wanted more, we wanted riches and a posse.
Chapter two: Dogs
We were a small time group that got some attention from the local news, "The brothers Powell strike again! Three weeks ago a caravan was robbed by what was thought to be the new bandits, Bryce, John (little John), and (Sneaky) Shawn Powell." a man came up to us and asked if he could join, we said "well old man yall dont got the guns, and you certainly dont have the strength!" The man pulled out two colt 1887 Single Action Armies, "this good enough? If not I got some guns back in my wagon you might like."
And that was the newest addition to the team; Burt Engle Wood, an odd old man, with the smarts and guns to back up his tenacity.
