You could feel the blood rush to your veins, why did he get the chance but not your brother?. You had been searching for Arthur since you were 16, he had killed your brother when he went to recover a debt he owed. A beating would have been enough, but no, all that over $50. You hated that he got no karma for it.

A smile crept on your face as your revolver rested against his temple, you had found him camping out in the woods

“An eye for an eye, a leg for a leg right?” Your lip curled in pure disgust and rage as you saw him flutter his eyes open.