Red Deadstuck (YOUR DECISIONS EFFECT HOW THE STORY PROCEEDS!)

JACK NOIR

>Jack Noir
Nope. that isn’t it. it sounds like complete alien nonsense. try again.

MARSTON JOHNSON

>try again
>>John Marshton

Your name is John Marshton.
and you remember how you got into this mess. you were attempting to reason with bill williamson. someone you cannot remember was after you both. That asshole got his men to shoot you. next time, you will not be so kind towards Williamson. You sit at the edge of your bed, then someone walks in, someone you do not know.

> ???: spark up a conversation

???: well your alive.

john: so it seems.

???: How do you feel?

john: i cannot think of the polite word for it.

???: I do. We say stupid around here. What were you doin anyways?

john: Something stupid.

???: Well you’ll be okay. The doctor got all of the bullets out days ago. It costed us 15$.

john: I’m sorry madam, you should’ve let me die.

???: Did you want to die? is that why you came to one of the most dangerous forts in New Austin? Mister…

Rip Van Winkle: Marshton. John Marshton.

???: Macfarlane. Bonnie Macfarlane.

John: Thank you ma’am, I’m not exactly sure how to repay you.

Bonnie: Well, for starters, you can work on the ranch, and I’ll tell you when the debt has been payed.

> Buckle up then, buddy! Ranching to be done. Farming all these goddamned horses.

You’d Love to start ranching. but currently, you need to get boots, a hat, and your gloves on, before you even start to go outside. luckily for you, Ms Macfarlane placed it on a wardrobe not far from your bed. you place your items of clothing on yourself, and step outside.

You’d Love to start ranching. but currently, you need to get boots, a hat, and your gloves on, before you even start to go outside. luckily for you, Ms Macfarlane placed it on a wardrobe not far from your bed. you place your items of clothing on yourself, and step outside. This is Certainly going to be a long journey.

You take in the sights. its a small town, very dusty, tens of people, small buildings. just how you like it. you stretch your legs a small bit by walking to a house, this house seems to be the Macfarlane household, as Bonnie is resting on some of the front railing. Her house has a white fence around it with a door of medium height blocking most small creatures from entering the property. you open the gate, Bonnie notices you entering, and smiles.

Bonnie: Can you please shut that door before any critters get on the property.

You close the door quickly.

John: So you wanted me to do ranch work? well, I'm available, and I'm ready to help you, Ma'am.

Bonnie: Well, nice of you to join me Mr Marston. Well, we need to get some work done, follow me, I have your horse near this saloon, I can show you around after we get the horses and then we can get started.

John: Well that sounds nice.

You and Bonnie walk to a saloon not even a minute from where Bonnie's house is. you both get onto your horse, and grab its reins.

Bonnie: Follow me, and don't get shot.

you chuckle a little. because you sure hope you wont. you start riding your horses through the town. Bonnie saying each location as you and her ride along this small town.

Bonnie: So, Mr Marston, tell me a bit about yourself. what did you use to do?

John: I used to... ride in a gang. they were called the van der linde gang. and we went robbing from store to store to store. then, we messed up with this place called blackwater. things just kinda went downhill from there. fights, shootouts, I had trouble with an old member a few years ago. I shot him dead.

Bonnie: Oh my. that's quite a tale you have yourself. I remember hearing about blackwater when I rode there a week after. quite a massacre it seemed to be.

John: Yea, it was. Uh, anyways, what was it you wanted to do, ranching wise?

Bonnie: Oh yes!, I need you to help with horses. then come back tonight for some more help.

John: Why tonight, may I ask?

Bonnie: We have a rodent issue, and its been pretty hard on my own. I can only manage to kill 2 of those rodents, if you help me, you will be one step closer to paying off that debt, and I'd be free of these rodents eating my crops.

John: Alright, So what time?

Bonnie: Around 7:30 at the earliest. it may take a moment to find the rodents though.

John: Well that's fine by me.

you both turn your horses and go to the horse stables. you tend to the horses needs for the next few hours. it quickly becomes dark.

you head to Bonnie's, and knock on the door. it takes her a minute to arrive. once she opens the door, Bonnie gives John a double barreled shotgun.

Bonnie: Take this, and come around the back with me. move slowly, we don't want to scare them off.

you both walk slowly to the back, you both see 5 gophers, they seem to be messing with the carrots. you aim your shotgun. in the moment, everything feels slowed, you put your eyes onto one gopher, then another. you fire the gun, both are dead. the gophers start running off as you reload. Bonnie manages to get one, and misses the next shot. you reload, and fire on the gophers again, hitting both with one shell.

Bonnie: Nice firing Marston, you gottem.

John: You weren't too bad either.

you hear an alarm made of chicken screams in the distance.

Bonnie: Oh God the chickens!

you both get on your horses and ride to the chicken coup not far from the stables. 2 coyotes managed to get into the coup, and were killing the chickens. you shoot one of the coyotes, killing them. the other manages to escape. Bonnie gets off her horse and checks the coup.

Bonnie: a few of the chickens are dead, I wished we could've gotten here faster.

John: It ain't your fault Bonnie.

Bonnie just sighs. You both walk to her house. you stop on the front steps as she opens the door. she holds it open for a moment, just to speak with you.

Bonnie: John, I cannot thank you enough for the help today. You can keep the shotgun In case there's more rodents. Goodnight John.

Bonnie closes her door, ending your night together. you yawn loudly, you didn't mean to, but it happened. Its obvious you are tired. You hitch your horse and walk to the small little shack you woke up in.