Red Dead Redemption 2: From Gaming To Cowboy

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Sean nodded his head in agreement and so they moved swiftly. Four shots cracked in rapid succession, four men slumped dead. One stirred, groggy as he awoke to the smell of spilled whiskey and gunfire. "What—? Please don't kill me!" he stammered, fear in his eyes.

Sean swung his revolver. "Tell us where you stashed the money and we'll let you live!"

The man gulped, his voice shaky. "Alright, alright, take it easy, it's behind the... the walls in the bedrooms, if you stick your hand between the gap and reach in, to find the money there!"

Caleb's finger tightened on the trigger. "We don't need witnesses," he said quietly and the bullet silenced the man.

The gunshot still echoed in Caleb's ears as he stepped over the bodies, his boots sticking slightly to the blood slicked wooden floor.

The cabin reeked of gunpowder, cheap whiskey, and the metallic tang of fresh death. Sean whistled lowly beside him, shaking his head as he surveyed their handiwork.

"You're a cold one, Caleb," Sean remarked, though there was no judgment in his voice, just observation. "A real cold one."

Caleb didn't flinch. "We don't want witnesses. You know that as well as I do."

Sean chuckled, holstering his revolver. "Ain't arguing, fella. Just saying, you don't hesitate."

Caleb didn't respond. Instead, he jerked his chin toward the back room. "Go grab the money. I'll check the bodies and around here for anything useful and valuable."

Sean nodded and moved toward the bedroom, his footsteps creaking on the old floorboards. Caleb, meanwhile, knelt beside the nearest corpse, rifling through pockets with clinical efficiency. A few dollars here, pocket watches and silver buckles there, nothing extraordinary, but every bit counted.

As he worked, his mind wandered back to the moment he'd pulled the trigger on the last man. The way the outlaw's eyes had widened in shock, the way his body had jerked before slumping lifelessly against the wall. Caleb hadn't felt anything, no guilt, no satisfaction. Just... necessity.

He moved toward the small bedroom at the rear. Walking through, he immediately looked at the wooden bed bunk on his right.

He touched down and slid his hand between it and the far wall, palms brushing cold wood, and felt a small, wooden box. Rolling it free, he slid it clear and opened it, Inside lay a Double Action Revolver, exactly what he'd hoped for.

"Got it," he whispered into the dark and put the revolver into his inventory system, and after that, he returned to the living room that was filled with bodies.

Sean emerged from the bedroom a few minutes later, triumphantly holding up a bulging money sack. "Jackpot!" he crowed, tossing it to Caleb. "Count it later, but I'd say we're lookin' at a few hundred at least."

Caleb caught the sack, hefting its weight, and opened it to count it. "Not bad for a night's work I say."

"Well?" Sean prompted, grinning. "How much do we get?"

Caleb finished counting and the amount was much bigger compared to the one in the game, he remembered Arthur got around 20 dollars, but here he gained 50 dollars after splitting it with Sean and for gang.

"I think you just earned yourself a drink when we get back to camp." Caleb threw Sean his share, and then gave the sack back to Sean to store in the gang's fund after taking his share.

Sean laughed as he caught the money and received the sack. "Now that's what I like to hear!"

"Alright, that's everything," Caleb said, putting his share inside his satchel. "Let's get out of here. No need to linger."

Sean, wiping his hands on his trousers, nodded in agreement. "My thoughts exactly. Wouldn't want anyone stumbling upon this little scene too soon."

They exited the cabin, the stillness of the night now accentuated by the silence from within the dilapidated structure. The outside air, though cool, felt less stifling than the cabin's interior.

They retraced their steps back through the thicket of trees, their movements more hurried now that their objective was complete. The horses, having patiently waited, nickered softly as they approached.

They mounted up quickly, the tension of the raid slowly dissipating as they put distance between themselves and the cabin. Sean, once again, was grinning from ear to ear.

"A successful venture, my friend!" Sean exclaimed, patting his pockets. "You're a real asset, Caleb. Quick thinking and a steady hand."

"You weren't so bad yourself, Sean," Caleb replied, a hint of genuine approval in his voice. "Your diversion was effective, and you handled them inside well."

He knew the real danger had been the single guard outside, but Sean had dispatched him with brutal efficiency. The sheer number of intoxicated men inside had made their job considerably easier.

After that, the ride back to camp was filled with a sense of accomplishment. Sean chattered the entire way, recounting the robbery with increasing embellishment.

Caleb let him talk, content to listen and occasionally correct the more outrageous claims, as the moon, now higher in the sky, illuminated their path, casting a silvery sheen on the landscape.

The camp was quiet when they returned, most of the gang had already turned in for the night. Only the night watch, currently Javier, was awake, perched on a tree stump near the entrance with his guitar across his lap and a repeater beside him.

"Back so soon?" Javier called as they dismounted. "Either you boys are very good or very bad at this."

Sean grinned. "Oh, we're very good, amigo." He patted the money sack. "Gonna tell Dutch we've got a present for him in the morning tomorrow, to make his old face smile."

Javier raised an eyebrow but nodded. "Good, he's gonna need that kind of news. Especially after his outburst yesterday to Molly."

Sean nodded his head and let out a scoff of agreement at Javier's remark, flashing him a cocky grin. "We'll see who the bad one is next time, amigo," he said, half joking.

Caleb, too, gave a brief nod toward Javier and muttered, "Keep your eyes open, Javier," as he and Sean passed through the edge of camp. The two split ways soon after, Sean wandered toward his usual bedroll near the horses, whistling some Irish tune under his breath, while Caleb made his way back to his tent, his mind still processing the night's raid.

The next morning, Caleb rose early as usual, beginning his disciplined routine. The sharp chill in the air invigorated him as he went through his exercises: stretches, calisthenics, push ups, sit ups, and a quick jog around the camp perimeter. It helped clear his mind and keep him honed, physically and mentally.

By the time he returned to the heart of camp, Sean was already there, grinning, holding the sack they'd taken from the cabin. Together, they approached Dutch, who was sipping his morning coffee outside his tent.

"Dutch," Sean called, presenting the sack like a prized turkey. "Got a lil' gift for ya."

Dutch arched a brow. Caleb stepped forward. "Gang's share from last night. 150 dollars, clean work."

Dutch's face lit up with pleased surprise. "Well now," he drawled, standing. He took the sack, weighed it in his hands, and gave Caleb a strong pat on the shoulder. "That's what I like to see. Good work. Caleb... you really are shaping into something special, son."

Caleb inclined his head slightly. "Just doin' what needed to be done."

Dutch turned to Sean with a grin. "And you too, Sean. Though I reckon if it were up to you, you'd have gotten yourself killed tryin' to impress a possum."

"Oi!" Sean barked, offended. "That's uncalled for. I'm the brains of the operation!"

Dutch and Caleb both laughed at that, and Sean muttered a curse in Irish as he stomped off.

With the business done, Caleb made his way toward Pearson's wagon, drawn by the scent of breakfast stew and the usual camp clamor. But before he could reach it, raised voices caught his attention.

"Say whatever you damn well please... but if I don't get outta here soon, I'm going to kill somebody!" came the fierce Southern snarl of Sadie Adler.

Pearson's voice followed, gruff and exasperated. "And if you don't stop hissing at me, I'm gonna kill you."

"Come near me, Sailor... and I will slice you up!"

"You put that knife down or you're going to be missing a hand, lady!"

Caleb arrived just as tensions seemed ready to explode, as he saw Pearson and Sadie Adler in an argument just like in the game, the beginning of the mission called Further Questions of Female Suffrage.

Sadie was holding a knife in her hand, glaring at Pearson, who stood behind his table of salted meats and dry goods with a look of red faced outrage.

Before Caleb could head toward them to separate them, Arthur arrived from the left. "What is wrong with you two?!"

Sadie turned, her eyes blazing, and slammed the knife down into the wooden table. "I ain't chopping vegetables for a living!"

Arthur raised his brows and tilted his head. "Oh, I'm sorry, Madam... was there insufficient feathers in your pillow?"

Sadie whipped off the cloth from her shoulder and threw it down. "Look, I ain't lazy, Mr. Morgan! I'll work, but not this!"

She stormed off, shoulder checking Pearson on the way. Caleb caught Arthur giving her a look, then turning to Pearson, who shrugged as if to say, "What can you do?"

Caleb stepped forward and gave Pearson a pitying pat on the shoulder. "Hang in there, sailor."

Pearson snorted and muttered, "One more crack and I'm throwin' someone in the pot."

Arthur walked after Sadie, and Caleb followed, standing nearby as Arthur sat casually on the edge of Pearson's table.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, lady," Caleb said. Sadie ignored him, standing with her back turned and arms crossed.

She spun around, facing them both. "My husband and I... we shared the work, all of it. I was out in the fields... I can hunt, carry a knife, or use a gun."

She took a step forward and jabbed a finger toward Arthur. "But I tell you, you keep me here... I'll skin this fat old coot and serve him for dinner!"

Pearson's eyes bulged. "Watch your damn mouth, you crazy, goddamn fishwife!"

Sadie lunged herself toward Pearson.. Caleb instinctively stepped in and held her back, his arms bracing against her shoulders. She struggled, but only for a moment.

"Enough! Both of you!" Arthur barked.

Caleb who was holding Sadie back then gently released her and walked a step back, allowing Sadie to get her bearings.

Arthur looked at Sadie over, then spoke. "You wanna head out there? Run with the men? But we do more than just hunt. We're hunted. And the things that hunt us, well, they got guns too."

Sadie planted her hands on her hips and stared him down. "I ain't afraid of dying."

Arthur smiled faintly. "Good."

He turned to Pearson. "You need anything, Mr. Pearson? Maybe me, Caleb, and Mrs. Adler here are gonna take a little ride toward Rhodes."

Caleb blinked. "Wait, me too? How did I get roped into this as well?"

Arthur chuckled. "Well, you involved yourself in the moment when you helped pull back Mrs. Adler here from jumping onto our only cook in the camp. Fair's fair."

Caleb chuckled and could only nod his head hearing what Arthur said. Meanwhile, Pearson nodded his head, "Yeah, sure," and he took two pieces of paper, and handed them over to Caleb. One was a supply list, the other a folded letter. "Here's my list. And, can you post this letter for me? While you were there? Also, don't open the letter, it's a... personal thing."

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Name: Caleb Thorne

Age: 23

Body Attributes:

- Strength: 7/10

- Agility: 6/10

- Perception: 8/10

- Stamina: 7/10

- Charm: 5/10

- Luck: 6/10

Skills:

- Handgun (Lvl 2)

- Rifle (Lvl 2)

- Firearms Knowledge (Lvl 2)

- Past Life Memory (Lvl MAX)

- Knife (Lvl 1)

- Blunt Weapon (Lvl 1)

- Sneaking (Lvl 2)

- Horse Mastery (Lvl 3)

- Poker (Lvl 3)

- Hand to Hand Combat (Lvl 1)

- Eagle Eye (Lvl 1)

- Dead Eye (Lvl 1)

- Bow (Lvl 2)

- Pain Nullifier (Lvl 1)

- Physical Regeneration (Lvl 0)

- Crafting (Lv1)

- Persuasion (Lvl 2)

- Mental Fortitude (Lvl MAX)

- Cooking (Lvl 2)

- Teaching (Lvl 1)

- Germanic Language Proficiency (Lvl MAX)

- Inventory System (Permanent - 5x5x5)

Money: 513 dollars and 45 cents

Inventory: 1000 dollars, 2 gold nuggets, and 1 gold bar

Bank: 320 dollars, 4 gold bars, a large bag of jewelry, and 3 gold nuggets