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"Man this city stinks." Jack Marston commented as he walked on the muddy path near some old factories. His shoes were dirty and worn out, and as such mud got into them, but that didn't matter much to the young outlaw. For one he didn't really care much about anything anymore. After avenging his father's death, he felt he didn't have much of a purpose in life no longer. No family, no lover, no children, no friends, no nothing. Even the ranch that he's father had built for him and his mother and "Uncle" was gone. Reclaimed by the government. The very people who had killed his father. At this point, He had only himself, and that was just barely enough to keep him going.
As he continued to walk through the dirty streets of Saint Denis, he felt his stomach growl. "Great," he thought, "Just got into this city and I'm already hungry." Marston didn't have any cash on him. He had spent most of it at the bars of the cities he went through. He tried to ignore the sensation in his stomach, but it kept bubbling up and biting at him like an errand you didn't want to do but always hung on the back of your mind.
While he walked through the streets he began looking around at the many dirty alleyways, till he found a big one. Despite his parents constant comments and pushing on his future of being a lawyer or a doctor, now that he was on the run, he didn't have much of a choice on what he could do to get money.
As he walked towards the alleyway he started eying people around him; he needed to find the perfect person to rob till he spotted one. The perfect person indeed.
A young woman walked towards the alleyway wearing an expensive green dress with many tiny jewels attached to it and a smaller much darker green coat to go with it, although this one was much more plain looking. her hair was tied up in an Edwardian topknot with some of her hair down on her right shoulder. She was also wearing expensive Dimond earrings on both her ears, and precious black shoes comparable to that of the finest woman in Saint Denies polite society.
The young woman's shoes stepped through the mud quickly, dirtying them and the lowest parts of her dress, but despite this she didn't seem to mind. She didn't seem to have the time to, as she appeared to be in a hurry and from what Jack assumed, had cut through the alleyway because of it.
When the woman entered the alleyway Jack began to follow her just far enough back so that it didn't seem like he was doing so on purpose. The Alleyway was long and winding, and would take at most two minutes to walk through, but that was all the time the young thief needed. As he followed he put on his dusty green bandana on and straightened his back out to assume a much more intimidating form.
"Excuse me Madame," Jack began, "Might I have your attention please?"
The young woman stopped and began to turn around, and while she did Jack quickly took out his gun and aimed it straight at the forehead of the young woman. The timid and gentle smile of the woman faded into a deep grimace that crumpled her face alongside her eyebrows which quickly formed indicators of fear and worry.
"Now, I don't want to cause any unnecessary deaths here, so let's just make this quick and get it over with. Hand me your wallet now."
The young woman couldn't get a single word out, since she was so struck with fear. As she jumbled her soft fingers violently into her coat pocket to try and find her walled, she tried not to do anything that would make the young criminal try to think she was taking out a weapon. Eventually, she pulled out an eloquent pink wallet with square patterns all over it and gold at the base of it and the top part where it opened up.
Jack put his gun away and snatched the wallet, turning to leave and to rummage through the it looking for whatever he could find.
She had to have something good, he thought roughly, judging from her dress she had to have a whole lot of-
Before he could finish his though he found something him that sent through him the feeling that ten thousand bees had just stung his heart and all of them lay attached to it.
"Ma'am!" He called out to the poor young woman, who had begun running to the end of the alley and almost made it out before she got called. "Can you come back here?"
The young woman obliged with a fearful look on her face, she was just about ready cry, and finally began to speak.
What more do you need from me you bandit?" She croaked out with tears forming along her eyes.
"Ma'am can I ask you one quick question?" Before she could answer he continued by pulling out a black and white photograph of a group of people with the date "1899" written across it in blue ink. Jack pointed towards one very specific man
"How are you aquatinted with my father?" He finally finished.