Hiding behind the bar of the Blackwater Saloon, Gaston Ricketts couldn't help but curse his luck. All he wanted was to find his dad, find the legend he'd grown up hearing about. Instead, Gaston found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time. This time though? This time was different. Even after the accident in St. Denis, even after his momma died, even after his lover left him for dead, there was always some kind of good. But as Gaston checked his revolvers, bullets flying by him as the once beautifully decorated establishment was torn to shreds, Gaston couldn't find anything good about this.
Almost suddenly, the shooting ceased, the sounds of dripping liquor and dying men replaced the roaring gunfire Gaston peaked around the bar, his eyes adjusting to the falling dust and debris from the raid. Outside stood five men with rifles and revolvers, the weapons still smoking from the rain of hellfire they inflicted upon the establishment.
"LeClerk!"
shouted one of the gunman.
"If you ain't dead, you best be ready to die!"
A silence followed this declaration, the sounds of liquor pouring from bullet holes made from the raid. Gaston scoffed, thinking only of the immense waste done by these fools. Before Gaston could co to use this thought, the shuffling sounds of a person could be heard from the bars lobby. Gaston peaked again, now seeing the likes of a well dressed man, holding his bloodied arm and glaring to the gunman.
"Teddy Brown! You degenerate no good white trash fool! Do you have any idea who I am!"
"I know you ain't a man LeClerk, all garnish but no meat!"
Teddy Brown? LeClerk? All these names but no context. Just what the hell did Gaston find himself in? Gaston spit, it didn't matter, he just wanted to get the hell out of this bar.
the sounds of guns being readied is heard again, quickly and with a sense of determination that any gunslinger knew well.
"The deeds belong to us LeClerk...and you?"
the bar roared again with gun fire, the sounds of bullets tearing through the one called LeClerk made Gaston sick. the carnage, it weren't human, it weren't right. Gaston's retaliation, however, matched the brutality. Gaston leaped from the bar, during his revolvers towards the gunman.
And as his own bullets tore through a few, his own carnage inflicting those evil man, Gaston smirked. It wasn't until he felt the full force of the lawman, the lawman who'd snuck in leaving Gaston unawares, tackle him to the ground that questions began to arise. The only answer at the time being the pistol whip of the very angry officer.