User blog:MacabreMilkman/Justice in Rio Bravo

This is the a true story in a private session Red Dead Redemption Free Roam.

I was terrorising the town of Escalara, when the situation grew dire. I "borrowed" a stagecoach and quickly fled to Crooked Toes with The Mexican Army on trail. What I had forgotton however, was that I had bought the Liars and Cheats Pack not a week earlier. Cornered by The Rebaldes and The Federales, I took cover in the side of my stagecoach, and proceeded to fight my way out. With quick reflexes, I managed to Tomahawk enough Rebaldes to obtain the coveted Double-Barreled Shotty, and a Semi-Automatic Pistolero. I used these fine weapons and dispatched the remaining gang members. Soon enough, only The Boss and I remained. He tossed his fire bottle close enough to knock me over, but barely missed me with the direct impact. I scrambled to my feet, ready for his next throw. I drew my double barrel, knowing that at my distance there would be a significant spread. As he drew his bottle in hand I swiftly shot both barrels to the left, igniting the bottle in his hand! I watched with sadistic delight as he caught ablaze and fell to the white Mexican sand. Standing over him, I yelled "I think I've had enough editing my vocabulary for you uneducated ears." The charred rebel rose slowly, but to no avail. Before he could draw another bottle, I had already sliced him with my melee knife. With everyone dead, I walked to the center of the Hideout to claim my explosive rifle. I climbed back into my stagecoach and continued my travels in Punta Orgullo. Before long, a posse had caught up with me. They stood no chance against me,The Milkman, and my explosive rifle. I leaped from my seat and blasted every one of them into Oblivion easily. With all of the horses blown to bits, and my wagon wrecked, I wandered down the dusty trail hoping to steal a slow moving horse. Seeing the carnage however, they all rode past me with due haste. My only hope was to catch the brown mule that was riding up from the distance. I threw the rider off the donkey and rode past him, putting two shells in his back for good mesure. I took a slow ride through Rio Bravo (Mexico was no longer safe considering my bounty) and came across Fort Mercer. With one bullet in my explosive rifle I took aim at an unsuspecting crimanal. With one clean shot, he exploded in a red mist, a message to the whole Bollard Twins gang. Riding past the front entrance, we were shot by a multidude of snipers, wounding me and murdering my mount mercilessly. Angry at the lost of my trusty (but smelly) brown donkey, I swore an oath of vengeance against the gang occupying that fort. I got up and took cover behind the pillar and systamaticly slaughterd the sinister snipers atop the fort walls. With only my Double Barrel and pistol on hand, I rushed in and darted to the left. I shot both barrels at once, killing the man at the window. Running through th