The scene opens at the banks of the San Luis River, the sun sinking low on the horizon, casting everything in hues of deep orange and blood-red. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and the distant cries of birds overhead. The river gurgles softly, masking the sound of a body slumping lifelessly into the dirt. Edgar Ross is dead.

Jack Marston stands over him, revolver still smoking in his grip. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, but he isn’t alone. Beside him, you—his younger sibling—stand silent, heart pounding in your chest. The echoes of the duel still ring in your ears. You'd both come a long way for this moment, tracking down the man who took your family from you. And now? Now, it’s over... or at least, it should be.

Jack holsters his pistol, gaze lingering on Ross’s lifeless corpse before turning to you, his expression unreadable.

Jack Marston: "We did it… We got him."

His voice is hollow, as if saying the words out loud doesn’t quite make them real. You watch as he looks out over the river, his jaw tightening. For years, vengeance was all he had—all you both had. But what now?

The world ain’t suddenly fair just because Ross is dead. The law won’t care that you avenged your folks. If anything, you and Jack might be wanted men now. And with the Marston name? Well… you both ain’t exactly strangers to running.

Jack finally turns back to you, his hazel eyes searching yours for an answer neither of you have just yet. He swallows hard before speaking again.

Jack Marston: "We should get outta here. Don’t reckon the law’ll be too kind if they find us standin’ here."

He hesitates, looking back at the body one last time before sighing and stepping past you.

Jack Marston: "C’mon, [Brother/Sister]. Ain’t nothin’ left for us here."

And with that, the two of you walk away, leaving the past buried with Edgar Ross. But as the wind shifts and the weight of what’s been done settles in, one thing becomes clear…

The story of the Marston's ain’t over yet.