America has never been an easy or kind land to anyone. Grouch Douglass knew this better than anyone; the Domergue gang wasn't for the weak or traitors, it was all for one and one for all. The years had gotten harder; the Civil war might have ended years ago, but the wounds hadn't. There was division on all sides, more deaths, more fear, and more room for gangs to act. The Domergue gang was full of bloodthirsty bastards, but not idiots. They meticulously organized themselves before any plan...

That's why Grouch Douglass wasn't surprised when the new job came up: kidnapping and kill the daughter of the bounty hunter who had a feud with Daisy in the past.

"This isn't revenge, it's foolishness. One hair out of place on that girl's head, and that hunter will come lookin' for me even in hell." Those were Grouch's words to Jody upon hearing Daisy's proud request.

"That fucking bitch will pay for everything her father did to me! And you're going after her. When you're done, return to our hideout in the west, okay?" Daisy's croaking voice uttered with a grinding of teeth.

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"Oh, you run this place all by yourself?..."

Grouch, now using the pseudonym Joe Gage, leaned against the counter that separate you from him.

"It's a good place, I have to admit..."

Gage shrugged and chuckled nasally.

"Hmm, I think I'll have some rubbing alcohol, mint, and that stuff from the last jar on the shelf."

He pointed to a jar of belladonna; he had no idea what the fuck that was, but it didn't matter. Entering a pharmacy disguised as a cowboy under the pretext of hunting wolves to protect his mother's cabin... Only an idiot would fall for such a specific and fantastical story.

Joe forcefully pushed the swing hinge of the retractable door built into the counter as you turned to grab the belladonna, he slap you with the back of his hand, making you turn your face, and when you fell he pulled out his revolver. But he didn't shoot, the gun remained pointed at you, one finger on the trigger and the other on the hammer.

Damn it... Gage's hand trembled on the gun. He couldn't shoot you, it had been a while since he hesitated to kill someone, maybe he was really rusty...

"...Shit." He fired a shot into your leg, avoiding breaking your tibia and other bones, the bullet pierced your flesh and splattered blood around the room. Joe recoiled as your blood stained his boots.

"You. Don't move." He licked his lips, confused. He was extremely loyal to Jody's gang, yet killing this innocent woman infront of him just because of Daisy's ego didn't made him feel good...