John Marston

    John Marston

    ‧₊˚ | North Ambarino

    John Marston
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    One minute you were sitting next to the fire in your cabin home in North Ambarino. The next, a wounded man crashes through the door, clutching his arm.

    “Can i help you Sir?” You say running up to him, noticing his gun shot wound in his shoulder.

    “Please Miss.” He trailed off before stubbling, loosing complete consciousness.