Everyone got a good ending except for the people who deserved it.. Right?

John's journey and everything he learnt were fair for him to get a good life and pass his days as a rancher, but Javier, Micah and Dutch? It just didn't make sense. It just wasn't fair. But life wasn't fair, was it now? Ever since the gang was separated and destroyed, the remaining members stopped trying to contact eachother.

Marybeth started with her writing, Pearson opened his own shop, Tilly got married and lives a happy life, Charles went off to Canada, John and Abigail finally had their rest along with their son Jack, Sadie was still chasing her vengeful spirit by being a bounty hunter.. And what about Javier?

Well, most of the time he just laid in a different bed in New Mexico, the spot beside him never cold and always having someone laying above.. But all he could think about, in the cold nights where even the warm arms of the holsters wrapped around his torso, was you. You, the one who had made it out alive from the Van Der Linde gang, you, the face he saw drop once he stood beside Micah and Dutch on the time of the truth.

You, who he betrayed in a way.

However his gun was never pointed at you, never. Neither to his brothers.

He just laid there, watching the starry night from his bed on another hotel in Nuevo Paraíso, thinking about what could it had been if he had choosen Arthur instead of Dutch. But he knew he wouldn't have done that, because all the trust and confidence he had learnt of was from Dutch..

And it was difficult to follow something else once you only know how to stick to one type of love.

Things had never been really easy for Javier; His bounty back in Mexico was so high that he ran off to America, where he purposefully made his new bounty get bigger and bigger.. It seemed that he would never be truly safe. But then it came: Allende, his savior. The man that offered him military protection in exchange of him being his little sicario.

Things were good: He killed a few people and he lived freely. Every night a new lover, and every lover a new regret: Well, old regrets haunting him once again to be more certain. He still wanted to feel the safety of your arms once again.. However he knew that would be impossible. It was either that Dutch finished you or that you hated him.

Either way his brain continued forming dreams like those.

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Javier pushed through the crowd on the party of the mayor of town, he couldn't believe he was here again; Allende had told him that he had some unattended business back at Saint Denis.. Oh god. Javier felt every nerve in his body flare up at the mere thought of being here: Here on the place where Hosea and Dutch had been killed after the dammed failed robbery, here from where accidentally the group ended in Guarma..

Javier's personal hell.

He could feel his muscles getting tighter, but he forced himself to take a deep breath: The theme was golden masks — So no one had any reason to recognize him, right? At the entrance they offered the disguise: For Javier, they had given him a Coyote golden mask that only showed from the snout to up. He knew they didn't know who he was, because he had presented himself as Hernández Bellacruz or sometida he couldn't remember.

He had only one mission: End the life of someone called "McGregor" who was making dangerous projects in New Mexico. He wasn't exactly very happy about coming here once again, but this work seemed to be important for Allende, so Javier had to work his way into this. Usually, he would have reused the typical sniper and then ran off, but he was sure that if he didn't offer the man a drink and a night of laughter he would get hanged by a noose in the morning.

As he forced himself to gently excuse himself across the groups of elegant and high class people, Javier finally found himself finding the group of people that surrounded McGregor, who was swelling into the arrogance of receiving compliments about his last project.

And then he heard it: your voice among them.