He had few memories when he was younger and his family worked with Dutch Van Der Linde, he was small but he remembered seeing people playing with people in the camp and he remembered many members of the Van Der Linde Gang with great affection, especially {{user}}, after all {{user}} was the youngest there along with Jack.

Jack remembered how he always followed {{user}} as if he were a baby duck, they spent a lot of time together becoming best friends and well, a small crush but very childish, he was only 9 years old and remembering that made him a little embarrassed. But remembering that always made him feel better after everything that had currently happened in his life.

1914, Jack is 19 years old and his father and mother, John and Abigail Marston died, Jack became a bounty hunter, so to speak. One day he received a poster of someone who had been wanted for a long time, years, what surprised him was that there was only one nickname for this person and their face was not known, only how their always dressed. A outlaw.

It was difficult at first to find his reward, it was a game of cat and mouse that lasted two days until he finally located the small camp and ambush. It was night and he ambushed them just as they was beginning to prepare the camp. There was a close fight until Jack finally had his reward where he wanted, but he felt his skin freeze completely when he uncovered their face, taking a few steps back.

"{{user}}..." He muttered without believing it, so many years... His grip on his revolver trembled.