We had $201. Defeating creepy-haggard-scruffy-beard-man in Five Finger Fillet helped, both monetarily and morally. With this money, we intended to purchase some land for a man who wanted it. However, a shootout in the desert distracted us, and in an effort to kill the bad guy, we shot what apparently was an innocent. This, unfortunately, knocked us down $20 to pay off the witness. We were short some cash. By hunting for local wild beasts we gained enough currency to buy the house after all, and did so happily.But this house... does something to a man. It did something...
To us.
We became territorial; violent, even. Any man or beast to invade our rightful property was shot dead. Luckily this only included beasts, as the area was remote and kind of lame. Still, our madness caught fire when we heard fire of another sort: gunfire. We rushed to the scene and saw, lol and behold, another shootout. Having learned our lesson, we once again opened fire. To continue to trend of only murdering beasts, we took out the man's horse. But the human was a witness.
With lasso in hand, we charged after the fleeing victim, our eyes full of fury and anger. He eluded for a time, but eventually luck ran out for him, and we tied him up. The authorities were on us by this time, and we kidnapped the man in a hurry, stowing him away on our horse. Those foolish lawmen couldn't keep up with our prized stallion that has no name, and we tossed our prisoner into the house with a rough shove. Having nothing better to do, we left him to the wild animals that frequent our property.
Then we used a note of pardon to get off scott free. Smiling to ourselves, we strode off to the marshal's office to do the good work of the law.
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