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Fall, 1883. A murder makes the papers for miles around; a cattle baron killed on the range out by the Montana River. His name was Clyde MacFarlane, and he'd been in charge of the family seat on Hennigan's Stead for three years. A charismatic leader, Clyde acted trail boss when a drought crippled the ranch over the summer months. The land was sunscorched and the cows suffered for it; in the end, only thing to do was to lead them to water. Were it not for a pair of survivors, José and Bartosz, the papers might've chosen to use the word 'killed' and not 'murdered.' See, the drive was ambushed on its way to Stillwater Creek by Indian cattle rustlers; it's said they incited a stampede with an echo of gunfire and a chorus of thundering horses, whose riders' fearful cries fanned the flames of the cowherd's panic. One by one, by the survivors' accounts, even the ablest of swing riders were thrown from their saddles and tramped underfoot by their animals. The herd was lost, save for a scant few found by the creek once the dust had settled, because all but two of the men who rode out to water lived to tell the tale. So in one fell swoop, the MacFarlanes' beloved patriarch, their ranch manager and the bulk of their best cowboys were now dead. With a great deal of the hands and herd waylaid by the local Indians, this shall prove to be the greatest trial of the MacFarlanes in America. Present Day Like a prize bull, Clyde was raised to inherit the ranch. He lived and breathed his legacy unlike his brothers, Barney and Roy. Barney was born second and in many ways it was as if the Lord had marked him from that day to come second in all things. They say the child not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth, but Barney's never had those kind of guts. Hell, he couldn't even find the courage to go searching for those Indians when his brother died. A bonafide coward; that's what they say. Roy on the other hand has bluster enough to go around. He's the youngest and most rebellious of the MacFarlane offspring by far, which has landed him in all manner of unruly situations over the years, often leaving the ranch to pursue (largely unsuccessful) hunts for wealth and glory. It comes then as a surprise that the ungovernable son returned to the fold at his mother's behest when Clyde was murdered. On that fateful day the widowed old Myrtle MacFarlane took one look at Barney and made the executive decision to supplant his inheritance for her own. With such dire circumstances upon them, he was certain to run the family ranch to the ground and, regarded as something of a battleaxe, no one tried to stop her—least of all her yellow-bellied son. Clyde was survived by his children, Nellie and Avery, now orphaned. With the ranch on the cusp of ruin, they must find the means to earn their keep and, if their uncles fail to impress, perhaps stake their own claim. Five months have passed and a tense chill quivers across the dusty earth of Hennigan's Stead in equal measures vengeance and fear. Conventions are broken in the name of survival; people of all colors are welcomed to the fold, for many hands make light work; a Pole is ranch manager, and a Mexican the wrangler of the MacFarlane remuda; a woman dictates the path of the biggest ranching operation in the territory and in their darkest hour, one would do well to remember that in their blood is tyranny.

Ojos que no ven, corazón que no siente "The enemies of the country and of freedom of the people have always denounced us as bandits." “I am resolved to struggle against everything and everybody.” “A man’s strength is in his mind, not his trigger finger.” ----------------------------------------------- This screenshot gallery showcases the life of Ribera and others—please note that all content shared here is strictly for OOC enjoyment!

Culminating near three generations of his Swedish descended migrant family, Oscar Jungberg was well settled down in Philadelphia. Albeit irrefutably a good life, it seemed increasingly uneventful which left Jungberg with an unnerving impatience. Enough irked, he finally assembled the strength to grasp his fate to lead his life and ventured out. Essentially abandoning his tight-knit Lutheran Swedish community in doing so. After a long twenty year period on the United States east coast, seeking spiritual conquest he journeyed west. Jungberg recalls a number of notable encounters during his westward expedition. Often times running in with veterans of the Civil War, particularly in Kansas, with those who fought for the blood-stained banner. Through contact with veterans, Jungberg managed to touch base with bounty-hunters in Kansas. There he made a living in manhunting with a company of belligerent drunks, carelessly resorting to violence to arrest dangerous, and wanted men. Finding cameraderie on the open highways and paths, it was a far cry from the mundane city life. Having served with his accustomed manhunt company for nearly five years, where he familiarized with the moniker "Swede," Jungberg had figured it was time to move on. A change in plans stemming from a failed arrest attempt, where Jungberg witnessed the tragic slaying of three dear comrades. Routed, with tail betwixt legs, what was to be the remaining group parted in separate ways. With Jungberg stepping boots on the neighboring Tahoma grounds.

(Updated as the Roleplay goes on over time!) Get to know the characters that make up Ridgewood Ranch! Each character is vital in telling a story in the western territory of New Austin. From the good, the bad, and the ugly, this growing roster will dive into lighthearted ranching themes such as caring of the land, caring for the horses, growing few crops in the harsh desert, and more. To match this, there are also those with that threatening disposition in seeking to keep that ranch of theirs up by any means. From welcoming the wild lands of New Austin and it's shady people, to impeding the attempts at the taming of it. It's not all black and white here on Ridgewood ranch. August "Gus" Lambert (Picture Pending!) Emily Cartwright (Picture Pending!) Meadow Whitney (Picture Pending!)

A duel is an arranged engagement in combat between two people with matched weapons. During the 17th and 18th centuries (and earlier), duels were mostly single combats fought with swords (the rapier and later the small sword), but beginning in the late 18th century in England, duels were more commonly fought using pistols. Fencing and shooting continued to coexist throughout the 19th century. The duel was based on a code of honor. Duels were fought not to kill the opponent but to gain "satisfaction", that is, to restore one's honor by demonstrating a willingness to risk one's life for it. As such, the tradition of dueling was reserved for the male members of nobility; however, in the modern era, it extended to those of the upper classes. Fast draw, also known as quick draw, is the ability to quickly draw a handgun and accurately fire it upon a target in the process. This skill was made popular by romanticized depictions of gunslingers in the Western genre, which in turn were inspired by famous historical gunfights in the American Old West. Only a few known historical individuals have been noted by historians as "fast", such as Wild Bill Hickok, Doc Holliday, John Wesley Hardin, Luke Short, Tom Horn and Billy the Kid.

Charley Sole was born in North Carolina in the midst of the civil war, in 1862. His family, who owned a small pastoral and a number of slaves, was exempt of the patriarch of the family, Abraham Sole, who was a Chaplain and who served in the Confederacy. Sole Sr. was killed in the Battle of Wilmington in 1865, leaving behind a wife and three sons. Charley was the baby of the family and both of his brothers had left by their teenage years, which fell in Sole's childhood. His mother was useless and gave Sole the same workload as if his two brothers were there to help him. This carried on until around fourteen years of age, where Charley left, seeing no use to the abuse. He took with him his fathers 1850 Colt Dragoon, still in the original kit. This and a small knife used for whittling which he kept in his bootstrap, an easily accessible tool for killing and maiming, which he would need where he was headed. Sole, a well travelled man, sought refuge from the ruined Southern countryside during reconstruction, which still bore its effects well into the 1870's. He passed the famous Mississippi river, and rode into Texas on a mangy horse who was beaten into submission and made to serve his master well into retirement age. Sole was a barfly in many of the famous saloons, and explored as far South as Corpus Christi and as far West as El Paso. When he went somewhere, he tried his best to make money. Mostly he'd work in small farms tending to pigs and sheep. Sole raising sheep as a child had no camaraderie for them, he found them stupid and unable to take orders, which infuriated him. He swore never to take that position again. This didn't apply to cows or horses. Sole thought some horses were smarter than some men and some cattle were too. Into the 1880's Charley had worked many drives, using his above average skill at riding to herd cattle into submission. He also took naturally to taming wild horses and Charley if liquored up claims he can halter break any horse you throw at him in a matter of a day. He was paid well for his effort, but only in lodging and a hot meal. The cash was sparse and what was of it went to gambling and liquor. On one of the runs they made it North to South Tahoma. Charleys' elderly horse 'broke down' (died) on him and he was left in Tahoma. When prompted, Charley decided he would remain and not travel back to Texas with the posse. It's unclear what the man wants, he may just want to plant his flag, maybe start his own ranch. But when he reaches for cash in his pocket, he pulls out lint. So he's on the groove looking for work in any field and getting into the occasional scuffle, a gunfight, a fight with fists, feet or a knife fight and take it in jest the whole while.

Early emigration to the United States started with the Swedish West India Company in 1638, with the establishment of the New Sweden colony on the Delaware River. It was a short-lived settlement lasting only until 1655, when it was sold to the Dutch. A near estimate of 700 migrants of both Swedish and Finnish descent arrived to the colony until 1656. Ardent Swedish migrations to the United States commenced en-masse in the middle 1840s, with pioneers spearheading the development. An established number of sending communities in Sweden, who were well received in United States locales, were particularly welcomed in the Upper Midwest and Texas. Swedish communities constructed small but thriving colonies. However, with the outbreak of the American Civil War, its tragic consequences saw an end to the Swedish pioneer period. By 1890, by approximation, some half million Swedes lived in the United States.

" The Renegades of New Austin " The Renegades of New Austin is a group of social bandits, formed by disenfranchised farmers, ex-soldiers, and indigenous rebels with a distaste towards the Americans, specially the American government for a multitude of reasons, such as the annexation of New Austin from the Mexican Republic. Blaming the Americans’ colonization movements for the Mexican-American War, disputes over land and resources, loss of their lands and economic displacement, all of which resulted in bloodshed, poverty, and tyranny. Hiding behind their ideology and facade, they manipulate peasants and, to an extent, the common folk to cement their hegemony. They present themselves as the people’s champions, some sort of philanthropic messiahs who steal from the rich and give to the poor and fight for justice.

This thread will follow a ruthless outlaw in New Austin, a man who walks the fine line between sheer brutality and moral ambiguity. Driven by his own twisted sense of justice, he is willing to cross any boundary, no matter the cost, to achieve what he believes is a necessary and inevitable form of order in a lawless world. His actions, though violent and often unforgiving, are rooted in a deep conviction that the end will justify the means whatever it takes to reshape the territory into what he imagines it should be.

JACKSON REEVES

In 1881, the West was rife with bandits and criminals vying for control. The once-bustling town of Tumbleweed fell into chaos after a notorious gang raided it, seeking retribution for the capture of one of their higher-ups. The former sheriff was driven out of town, barely escaping with his life, as the gang freed their comrade and burned the sheriff's office to the ground. Several lawmen and townsfolk lost their lives in a desperate attempt to defend the town. No reinforcements arrived, and no one dared venture West to offer aid. Tumbleweed was abandoned, becoming a haven for some of the worst outlaws New Austin had to offer, along with drifters and vagrants. Meanwhile, Armadillo remained the last bastion of civilization in the rugged territory of New Austin. Cole Briggs, a former lawman from another county and an ex-miner, joined a wagon train with his family, heading west in pursuit of fortune, a better life, and the promises of the great gold rush of 1883. It didn’t take long for Cole’s family to establish themselves and become well-known after settling. With Cole out of work and no longer carrying a badge, he decided to put his wagon and gun-fighting skills to use. Offering safe passage to the people of Armadillo became his new way of earning a living. Often, he would escort his father and others to the mines for a fee, ensuring they stayed on course and out of harm’s way. The territory was perilous, rife with outlaws and hostile groups, with reports of killings, robberies, and other dangers being all too common. It wasn’t long before Cole’s wagon escort became a target. In a brazen ambush, Cole and two of his workers, Jack Kelly and John Marsh, found themselves up against a posse of armed bandits—outnumbered and by some miracle, they managed to outgun the attackers sending the remaining few scurrying away. It did not take long for word to spread of how Cole and his workers conducted themselves, even earning him a feature in the local paper. They called it "frontier justice." The Sheriff took a keen interest in Cole’s work and offered him and his men badges, recognizing the need for as much help as possible given the lawless nature of the territory. Naturally, Cole accepted the offer, and for a time, peace prevailed. Cole and the rest of the deputies worked tirelessly to maintain order in the town. They frequently ventured out to fulfill their duties, steadily combating crime. Outlaws were brought to justice, and the territory began to thrive once more. However, this was short lived and success came at a cost. Members of gangs whose posse members had been killed or captured banded together and sought revenge. While riding with the sheriff and a posse, they were ambushed in a surprise bushwhack. The sheriff was tragically killed, and Cole was thrown from his horse. Taking cover, he engaged in a prolonged gunfight before the outlaws finally fled. When they returned to Armadillo, the town was left rattled in fear for their safety and in shock at the devastating news. By 1884, Armadillo’s reputation continued to suffer. Once a hopeful hub on the frontier in the New Austin territory, fewer and fewer merchants dared set foot in the troubled town. This economic decline has led to a sharp decrease in new settlers entering the territory of New Austin. Amidst the hardships caused by rampant criminal activity, a clear choice for Sheriff has emerged—Sheriff Cole Briggs. Entrusted with overseeing the town and supported by a group of locally recruited deputies he personally trained, Sheriff Briggs is determined to forge a new future for the territory—one of peace and prosperity for all its people. The New Austin Sheriff's office employs a flexible yet resolute approach to restoring order in an area where the line between law and chaos often blurs due to the region’s violent and unpredictable nature.

At 17, Thomas Cutter enlisted in the cavalry during the Great Sioux War of 1876-1877, sent to secure the contested lands of the Northern Plains. Though initially dutiful, Thomas grew disillusioned as he witnessed the darker side of the Indian Wars. Burned villages lingered in his mind long after the battles ended. The very harsh realities of broken treaties, civilian casualties, bad pay, and hard living caused him to lose faith in the cause and his officers. Over time, the weight of it all began to wear him down. Thomas, once beaming with energy is now a shadow, shaped by orders he couldn't forget and choices he couldn't undo. ***This thread will follow Thomas Cutter, a man looking for a fresh start, but haunted by what came before.***

Ridgewood Ranch, founded 1871, grew alongside the gold rush and mining boom of the Tumbleweed region. It’s been beset by hardship and uncommonly awful luck in the past four years - ever since Glenn Colt married the only Ridgewood daughter, Frances Mae. With the ranch under Glenn’s ownership it’s failed to thrive, and is a shadow of its former and already questionable glory. Times have grown hard, pay checks lean, and horses scrawnier and more ill-tempered than before with fewer hands to train, exercise and socialise them. The ranch focuses not on excellence but on survival, with no name, money, nor quality stock to compare to MacFarlane’s or Beecher’s Hope. Ridgewood is known for taking on the desperate and unsavoury. It’s known for loyalty to friends, hospitality for travellers, and hostility toward people who ask too many questions about the hands and their histories. Letters to Jackson Reeves, from Frankie Mae (transcript below)

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Abraham Shramin is a second-generation Russian-Jew whose family was among the few fortunate enough to escape the oppression of the Russian Empire in the early 19th century. The aftermath of the Napoleonic Wars left Central Europe in economic ruin, and waves of antisemitic laws ravaged Jewish communities in Russia. Under the Orthodox Church's influence, Judaism was branded the "Enemy of God," further isolating and oppressing those who practiced the faith. As a young boy, Abraham was filled with ambition and romantic visions of America, a land of opportunity and promise. But, like many dreamers of his time, he found himself swept into the harbinger of despair—the Civil War. The war stripped away his hope, severed his connection to faith, and left him bereft of the comrades he called brothers. He saw countrymen slaughter each other, and by the time he emerged, he was no longer the boy with dreams but a man haunted by sleepless nights. His faith in Judaism had crumbled, his heritage felt like a distant echo, and he found himself untethered from any sense of purpose. In an attempt to rebuild his life, Abraham served as a lawman in New York for two decades. But the uniform brought no peace, only a void filled with the persistent whispers of the horrors he had witnessed. Day by day, he drowned his unrest in the vices of Babylon, numbing the pain of a world that constantly reminded him he was an outsider. How could he feel alienated from a home he no longer belonged to when his own identity felt like a stranger? Now, as age creeps upon him—his hair graying, his body aching, and his mind restless—Abraham sets his sights on the West. Stories of a land blooming with ambition and dreams rekindle a faint hope that he might yet find purpose. For the fear that haunts him most is drawing his last breath with his potential left unfulfilled. Abraham seeks to be more than his lineage, more than the scars he carries, and more than the past that weighs upon him.

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This thread will follow the path of the newly elected Sheriff for the territory of New Austin, one that toes the line between what's morally justified and what isn't all for the sake of the greater good. The territory is plagued by lawlessness. Bandits roam unchecked, terrorizing settlers and merchants alike. Feuding gangs turn small towns into battlefields. The local population, weary from years of violence and neglect, has little faith in the rule of law. In this harsh environment, justice is often brutal, swift, and subjective—a reality Sheriff Briggs must navigate as he tries to impose order on a land that knows none.

"Where the Water Tastes Like Wine isn't a place you'll find on any map. It's a promise whispered by the wind to travelers and dreamers. It's not a land but a state of mind, where your burdens feel lighter, and your heart begins to sing. It's the place you find peace, not by escaping the world, but by embracing its stories as they are." *** The Vagrant Band is a group of wandering musicians and performers who have come together from all corners of the American West. Each member brings their own stories, songs, and experiences, creating a unique blend of music and storytelling. Their goal is simple: to share music, preserve tales, and bring people together, no matter where their journey takes them. The band was formed by Quinn Landry, Gregory Rutkowsky and Patrick Braddock, three true vagrant musicians who had grown tired of the strict rules and politics of large traveling troupes. Seeking freedom and the chance to create on their own terms, they decided to forge a new path and build a band that could move at its own pace. The Vagrant Band doesn't search for their place under the sun—they create it for themselves and for their audience, shaping a world of music and stories wherever they go. The band plays for all kinds of crowds—miners, ranchers, townsfolk, and travelers—performing in saloons, camps, and marketplaces. They never stay in one place for long, always moving on to the next destination, following the call of the road. Unlike many others on the frontier, The Vagrant Band chose to pick up musical instruments instead of revolvers. However, rumors follow them wherever they go. Stories of small cons, card tricks gone wrong, or the occasional pocket mysteriously emptied often arise in their wake. The band members, of course, firmly deny such accusations, chalking them up to misunderstandings or the imagination of bored townsfolk. Living a life on the move, the band spends much of their time in the wilderness, traveling through forests, deserts, and plains. The natural world is as much a part of their music as the stories they tell. Their songs reflect the freedom, beauty, and hardships of life on the frontier. For The Vagrant Band, the journey is what matters most. They find purpose in the open road, new adventures, and the people they meet along the way. Their music carries the spirit of the West, connecting them to the land and those who live on it, leaving behind not just melodies, but a sense of wonder and curiosity. *** Quinn Landry, known as the "Guitar Drifter", was born in a small settlement amidst the swamps of Louisiana. His father, of Irish descent, and his mother, an Acadian, created a home where two cultures blended in poverty. His father worked as a fisherman, while his mother stayed home, caring for their five children and teaching Quinn to read, write, and sing traditional songs that shaped his musical journey. Tragedy struck during the American Civil War, as his father and three older brothers were killed, leaving his family devastated. By the age of fifteen, Quinn was an orphan, having lost his mother and younger sister to illness after the war. Seeking a way to survive, Quinn made his way to New Orleans, where he discovered a vibrant world of music and storytelling. He joined several traveling troupes, honing his craft and developing a repertoire of songs inspired by the people and places he encountered. However, the hardships of the road led him to vices such as alcohol, which fueled both his creativity and his reputation as a gifted but troubled artist. His music, infused with elements of folklore and personal struggle, resonated deeply with audiences across America. Over time, Quinn grew frustrated with the rules and conflicts of large troupes. Alongside like-minded musicians Gregory Rutkowsky and Patrick Braddock, he formed The Vagrant Band to embrace the freedom of the road. Together, they performed for diverse crowds, from bustling saloons to quiet campsites, blending their unique styles into a shared voice. For Quinn, the band became not just a creative outlet, but a way to find purpose and create something meaningful in a world that often left people like him behind. *** Gregory Rutkowsky was born to Polish immigrants in a small farming community in Illinois. His parents fled Poland in the 1850s, escaping poverty and political repression, only to face a life of grueling labor on rented farmland in America. Gregory's childhood was shaped by constant hard work, helping his family in the fields while attending a rural school only during the slower winters. Despite their struggles, he grew up with a strong sense of determination to escape the life of a tenant farmer. At eighteen, Gregory left home in search of something more, taking on backbreaking jobs like railroad construction and logging, often earning just enough to survive. Living a transient life, he fell into a cycle of drinking and occasional petty theft, finding brief moments of joy in playing the guitar for his workmates or strangers he met on the road. His music became a way to endure the hardships and connect with others who shared his struggles. Now twenty-six, Gregory continues his wandering lifestyle, scraping by with odd jobs, illegal schemes, and street performances. Alongside Quinn Landry and Patrick Braddock, he co-founded The Vagrant Band, where he found camaraderie and purpose. Though their journey is far from stable, Gregory sees the band as his chance to carve out a life that offers more than the grind of endless labor, using music as both a livelihood and a way to tell his story. *** This thread showcases the roleplay of a band of wandering vagrant artists. It will feature screenshots of their everyday adventures. The band isn't tied to any single location, so expect plenty of traveling, performing in different places, and encountering a wide range of people along the way. Feel free to join in if you're roleplaying as a hobo, musician, or any kind of artist.

The United States Marshals Service: A Cornerstone of Justice in 1884 The year is 1884. The United States Marshals Service, a steadfast guardian of the law since the very founding of our nation in 1789, continues to serve as an indispensable arm of the federal judiciary. Our Mission: Upholding the Law: We are dedicated to ensuring the faithful execution of all orders, judgments, and processes of the United States courts. Serving Justice: We diligently serve legal documents, including subpoenas and warrants, ensuring the smooth and orderly functioning of the federal court system. Apprehending Fugitives: We tirelessly pursue those who have fled justice, bringing them back to face the consequences of their actions. Our reach extends across this vast nation, ensuring that no corner offers refuge to those who seek to evade the law. Protecting the Judiciary: We safeguard the integrity of the judicial process by ensuring the safety of federal judges and the security of our nation's courthouses. Our Approach: While we possess the authority of the federal government, we recognize the importance of collaboration. We work closely with local law enforcement agencies, such as sheriffs' offices and police departments, to effectively carry out our duties. These partnerships are crucial, particularly in the vast and ever-expanding territories of our great nation. Challenges and Commitments: The late 19th century presents unique challenges. The rapid westward expansion of our nation brings with it new frontiers to secure and new forms of lawlessness to combat. We face the growing threat of organized crime and the complexities of enforcing federal law in remote and often rugged terrain. Despite these challenges, we remain steadfast in our commitment to upholding the highest standards of professionalism and integrity. We strive to serve the American people with diligence, courage, and unwavering dedication to the principles of justice. The United States Marshals Service: A symbol of law and order in a nation that continues to grow and evolve. Should you wish to apply, please reach out on discord to either chadwick000 or predbread. We will be able to inform you if there are openings within the faction and be able to point you in the right direction regarding a whitelist application.

The Story of Tommy "Aiden" Wayne Tommy "Aiden" Wayne was born in 1868 in Tumbleweed a small town in the wild frontier. His family, the Waynes, had come to Tumbleweed from back East after the Civil War, looking to start over in a place where a man could make a name for himself. Tommy’s father, Benjamin, was a tough, no-nonsense cowboy who spent most of his time working cattle. His mother, Sarah, was a stern but loving woman who tried to teach Tommy and his younger brother Eli the ways of God and family, even in a place where people often had to look after themselves. Life in Tumbleweed wasn’t easy. The town was small, but it was a stop for cattle drivers and traders, which meant there were always strangers around—some honest, some not so much. As Tommy grew up, he learned quickly that in this world, things were settled by force more often than by words. His father taught him how to ride and rope cattle, but it was his mother who taught him how to handle a gun. “Sometimes, a man has to defend what’s his, Tommy,” she’d say, “and you’d better be ready to do it.” By the time Tommy was 12, he was already helping out with the cattle drives and working the land, and by 16, he was a skilled rider and a pretty good shot. He spent most of his time doing ranch work, but something in him always felt restless, like he didn’t belong in the quiet, hard-working world his family tried to keep. There were whispers around town about outlaws, about men who made their living by taking what they wanted without asking, and for some reason, Tommy found himself drawn to those stories. The First Kill In 1884, everything changed. Tommy’s family got caught up in a nasty land dispute with a man named Frank “Fingers” McGraw, a ruthless cattle rustler who wanted to take over the Wayne’s land. McGraw was a big, loud man with a bad reputation, and when he didn’t get what he wanted, he started harassing the Waynes. He cut their fences and threatened to burn their ranch down if they didn’t sell. Tommy’s father, Benjamin, wasn’t one to back down, but things were about to get out of hand. One summer afternoon, McGraw and a couple of his men rode up to the Wayne place. McGraw started shouting insults at Tommy’s father, calling him weak and saying he’d take the land anyway. Benjamin stayed calm, but Tommy could see his hand twitching toward his gun. McGraw, fed up with the old man’s defiance, drew his revolver and pointed it straight at Benjamin’s chest. Without thinking, Tommy pulled his own gun from his holster. His hand was steady as he shot McGraw in the chest. The outlaw dropped like a stone, and for a second, it was as if the world stopped. McGraw’s men didn’t wait around to see if the young Wayne had more bullets in him they turned their horses and galloped off without firing a shot. The killing of Frank McGraw wasn’t something Tommy was proud of, but it earned him a reputation he wasn’t ready for. Some people in town called him a hero for defending his family. Others whispered that he was a cold-blooded killer. But one thing was for sure: Tommy “Aiden” Wayne was no longer just a ranch kid. The Road to Outlaw Life After killing McGraw, Tommy felt something change inside him. He no longer had the same fear of the world around him. The town began to talk about him, and before long, the people who had once looked down on him now treated him with a kind of wary respect. But that wasn’t enough for Tommy. He wasn’t satisfied with the quiet life of a rancher anymore. The thrill of violence had tasted sweet, and he wanted more. Tommy was starting to make a name for himself in a darker way. He began running with a gang of outlaws, men who lived outside the law, stealing cattle and robbing stagecoaches. They were a rough bunch, and Tommy quickly found himself becoming the leader. His skill with a gun and his fearlessness made him the natural choice. He planned the heists, and he made sure no one got caught. Tommy’s gang pulled off a big job in the town of Armadillo. They hit the local bank, taking as much money as they could before anyone had a chance to react. Tommy wasn’t just the brains of the operation; he was quick with a gun, too. A young deputy named Albert Hayes tried to stop them, but Tommy gunned him down without a second thought. The deputy’s death didn’t bother Tommy like it should have. In fact, it made him feel more powerful. The Price of Fame From then on, Tommy’s life became a whirlwind of robberies and run-ins with the law. He and his gang targeted everything they could: banks, stagecoaches, trains. They were fast and ruthless, and no one was ever safe when Tommy was involved. The more people he hurt, the more he started to enjoy the power that came with being an outlaw. He’d built a reputation, one that made him feared all across Tumbleweed. By then, Tommy was a wanted man. There were posters with his face all over the state, offering big rewards for his capture. He didn’t care much about that, though. The law was always chasing him, but he was too quick, too clever to get caught. He’d outsmarted lawmen and bounty hunters more times than he could count, and every time he got away, he felt more untouchable. Tommy’s gang kept getting bigger, and so did his crimes. They took bigger risks, robbing trains and even holding up a few small towns. The money was good, but Tommy didn’t just do it for the gold he did it because he could. The more he took, the more powerful he felt. Every heist was a game, and he was always one step ahead. But even as Tommy enjoyed his fame and fortune, he couldn’t help but notice that things were starting to get harder. Rival gangs started to pop up, and more lawmen were on his tail. He wasn’t invincible, no matter how fast his draw was. But for now, he kept running, always moving, always out of reach. The thrill of being an outlaw was still strong, and Tommy wasn’t ready to give it up.

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Giuseppe Zanutti is a second generation Italian whose family fled from Sicily in the early 1800s to escape a blood feud and the increasing poverty of the region. After landing and spending years in New Orleans, Giuseppe was born. His younger years saw him falling in with a band of trouble makers due to his family struggling to make money and having troubles with the law at the time. After hearing talks from Unionist supporters in the area, mainly immigrants, Giuseppe headed to Kansas and lied about his age to join the Unionists. The Civil War was a turning point in Giuseppe's life. While he was originally still a troublemaker during what little training they had, he quickly realised all the glorifying of war was a lie when he fought in his first battle. The sight of blood, the screams of his brothers in arms, the smell of gunpowder. All stayed with him long after the war. When their military surgeon was killed in a volley fire, their commander asked who could read. Giuseppe raised his hand and was essentially forced into his medical profession, learning from books and a lot of trial and error. When the Civil War ended, Giuseppe chose not to go home. His travels eventually took him to a small town in Texas where there was a single elderly doctor. Giuseppe told the doctor of his experiences and the doctor agreed to teach Giuseppe his medical knowledge as long as Giuseppe worked as his assistant. After five year, the doctor passed away. Due to Giuseppe being the only person in the town, he was appointed as the town's doctor. He settled down, got married and fathered a daughter. Giuseppe made just enough to keep food on the table. In 1883, troublesome bandits rode into town. They had previously been seen in town talking to the shopkeepers, asking for money for protection. This time, they came in force and heavily armed. They walked into the general store and several gunshots came from within before they made their quick escape. Giuseppe finished up with his patient at the time before heading over to the general store. To his horror, his wife and daughter, along with an elderly man, laid in a pool of their own blood. Giuseppe buried his wife and daughter in the town before simply riding out of town. His journey ventured West towards the state of Tahoma.

Here you will embark on a visual journey into the life of Chauncey Skipp, a troubled nineteen-year-old from the equally troubled Oklahoman Panhandle, known as No Man's Land by 1884. Like many pioneers of the era, he wandered into New Austin in the search of new opportunities in the growing town of Tumbleweed and the famous gold mines nearby. Loud, boastful, energetic and prone to violence, as well as a fervent admirer of the recently deceased Jesse James, Chauncey has known nothing but making a living by taking from those he catches by surprise or who simply cannot defend themselves against him. Unlike many, making a name for himself or a reputation does not seem to interest him in the immediate. For him, being an outlaw has another meaning beyond causing fear and despair. An honest day's work seems to be too much for him, and instead an early grave seems to be his most likely fate - can he survive?

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