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He’d fill graveyards until he could reach Brock Van Den Bergh. Jaw was clenched tight, body clad in dark flannel as he stood in the prairie, rifle loaded and held in both hands close to his torso. Among him stood the rest of the fighters of the lodge, nerves setting in as they watched two patrols on horseback galloping back to Alexandra to warn the rest of their group about the imminent fight. This was a big one, the final fight Eddie would hope as he watched stoically with careful eyes and slightly furrowed brows. ❝ Be ready. ❞ Eddie’s voice was louder than usual as the commanded the group sternly.
In minutes time, they would be at war, their lives at risk for the chance to end this once for all. But, the risk had to be taken; Eddie could not keep families apart to protect the vulnerable members of Flintlock Lodge for much longer. They had lost so much in the name of what? What was all of this fighting for? All because of a power-hungry silver fox with the desire to clutch onto any ounce of control? People like him were a danger to all lives, Eddie had come to realise, and Ed would do anything in his power to make sure Brock wouldn’t live to see the end of this day — the same went for any other Bluestem rancher with the same extreme ideals of a survivalist's regime.
A loud explosion sent a dark billow of smoke mushrooming into the sky, Eddie narrowing his eyes slowly. It was exactly as he’d expected; with their weapons destroyed, Flintlock now had the upper hand. Wishful thinking had Eddie hope that the people of Alexandra would approach in surrender, realising that Flintlock would always be around to quash their lawless ways, but Eddie knew better than to be optimistic. These people played dirty, they were rotten and vicious like rabid creatures; they wouldn’t go down without a fight. And so, Eddie observed the horizon warily yet well-prepared, hands trembling lightly with anticipation. Soon, he raised his head as he watched a crowd of ranchers approaching, armed with weapons raised to fire.
❝ Hold your fire. ❞ Eddie instructed, lifting his rifle and peering down the scope to have a better look at their approaching enemies, until a rancher initiated gunfire. ❝ Fire! ❞ Eddie barked before he pulled the trigger, downing a rancher instantly. Soon, he rushed to seek protection behind a rock, glancing over towards his brother, Tommy, crouching behind one of the wagons that Flintlock had brought along to act as cover. Tommy looked to Eddie, nodding his head shortly as if to wordlessly tell Eddie that he was ready for whatever plan the brothers had formulated. Then, eyes widened with alarm to see William running passed towards Alexandra, taking cover every few seconds to catch his breath before sprinting again into the town itself. What the hell was he doing?! Shaking his head with disbelief, Eddie took a sharp breath before revealing himself, taking several shots before his gaze landed on Brock Van Den Bergh himself, riding in on a horse.
Brows furrowed, Eddie waiting for the right moment before following the leader as Flintlock began pushing Bluestem back into Alexandra. Using the side of a barn for shelter, Eddie caught his breath before stepping out again to search for the Chief. He could stand and fight with the rest, but he and Tommy had already agreed that Tom would hold fort with the rest of them whilst Eddie would go to hunt Brock down. Without the heart of their regime, Bluestem Prairie would crumble. Rifle in position to fire at any give moment, Eddie tread through the Alexandra carefully. Now, where the hell had Brock Van Den Bergh gone?
He’d fill graveyards until he could reach Brock Van Den Bergh. Jaw was clenched tight, body clad in dark flannel as he stood in the prairie, rifle loaded and held in both hands close to his torso. Among him stood the rest of the fighters of the lodge, nerves setting in as they watched two patrols on horseback galloping back to Alexandra to warn the rest of their group about the imminent fight. This was a big one, the final fight Eddie would hope as he watched stoically with careful eyes and slightly furrowed brows. ❝ Be ready. ❞ Eddie’s voice was louder than usual as the commanded the group sternly.
In minutes time, they would be at war, their lives at risk for the chance to end this once for all. But, the risk had to be taken; Eddie could not keep families apart to protect the vulnerable members of Flintlock Lodge for much longer. They had lost so much in the name of what? What was all of this fighting for? All because of a power-hungry silver fox with the desire to clutch onto any ounce of control? People like him were a danger to all lives, Eddie had come to realise, and Ed would do anything in his power to make sure Brock wouldn’t live to see the end of this day — the same went for any other Bluestem rancher with the same extreme ideals of a survivalist's regime.
A loud explosion sent a dark billow of smoke mushrooming into the sky, Eddie narrowing his eyes slowly. It was exactly as he’d expected; with their weapons destroyed, Flintlock now had the upper hand. Wishful thinking had Eddie hope that the people of Alexandra would approach in surrender, realising that Flintlock would always be around to quash their lawless ways, but Eddie knew better than to be optimistic. These people played dirty, they were rotten and vicious like rabid creatures; they wouldn’t go down without a fight. And so, Eddie observed the horizon warily yet well-prepared, hands trembling lightly with anticipation. Soon, he raised his head as he watched a crowd of ranchers approaching, armed with weapons raised to fire.
❝ Hold your fire. ❞ Eddie instructed, lifting his rifle and peering down the scope to have a better look at their approaching enemies, until a rancher initiated gunfire. ❝ Fire! ❞ Eddie barked before he pulled the trigger, downing a rancher instantly. Soon, he rushed to seek protection behind a rock, glancing over towards his brother, Tommy, crouching behind one of the wagons that Flintlock had brought along to act as cover. Tommy looked to Eddie, nodding his head shortly as if to wordlessly tell Eddie that he was ready for whatever plan the brothers had formulated. Then, eyes widened with alarm to see William running passed towards Alexandra, taking cover every few seconds to catch his breath before sprinting again into the town itself. What the hell was he doing?! Shaking his head with disbelief, Eddie took a sharp breath before revealing himself, taking several shots before his gaze landed on Brock Van Den Bergh himself, riding in on a horse.
Brows furrowed, Eddie waiting for the right moment before following the leader as Flintlock began pushing Bluestem back into Alexandra. Using the side of a barn for shelter, Eddie caught his breath before stepping out again to search for the Chief. He could stand and fight with the rest, but he and Tommy had already agreed that Tom would hold fort with the rest of them whilst Eddie would go to hunt Brock down. Without the heart of their regime, Bluestem Prairie would crumble. Rifle in position to fire at any give moment, Eddie tread through the Alexandra carefully. Now, where the hell had Brock Van Den Bergh gone?
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