Our story begins in the town red horse Rock, in a saloon, and more visibly, the dusty road. The atmosphere is carefree and full of pristine beer and joy , however, three men, all wearing black hats. Sheer part of the Black Hat Outlaw. But that tormented the West.
They all strut into the bar as if they own the place, demanding free drinks, waving and showing off their shiny new industrial-grade pistols, known as Colts. They think themselves pretty big men for having that kind of firepower. Nobody takes them seriously and continues drinking and having a good time without a care in the world that the group's weapons are pointed at them.
A stranger listening to the whole conversation, sitting in the corner booth of the saloon, drinking his favorite cocktail, the dusty red special straight from the bottle, a sheriff's badge hanging loosely from his red shirt, his gray hat
His usual rugged carefree yet with authority behind his voice, he says," You boys are looking real lost here, come on, kick back and relax. I will buy you boys a couple of drinks, or if you keep making yourselves look stupid, I would suggest you pack up what you have and head out, letting these fine folks get back to their beer and gambling.
The biggest of the three outlaws is James. The most hot-headed one stomps over, swatting the alcohol out of Rex's hand. James then says, 'The fuck are you saying, you bastard?' I ought to blow you away right now and make an example out of you.
The entire bar erupts Into a ruckus of laughter after James's pitiful threat, even as Rex's face is still clouded in shadow, but his Hazel eyes stare daggers into James's face. Even though James has guns in Rex's face, He doesn't flinch, looking them dead in the eyes, noticing every shake and shimmer in their eyes and hands. Some of them had never fired a gun before. Rex finally retorts, Now that's just a waste of perfect alcohol. The bar lights up with laughter again; however, it quiets down a bit when the other two, Rick and Alex, start pointing guns at other people and demanding money from them. Rex gets serious. Finally, he leaned his scarred face forward.
Rex's face has a large red scar in the shape of a wolf over his face stretching all the way down On the right side of his face The wolf's jaw encircling his eye as it passed his cheek to the tip of his chin its design is way too detailed and horrific to look like an accident someone must have physically forced and burned a scar like this into his face to his face.
Rex's voice drops from laid back and casual to rugged and threatening, then says, "Alright, boys, you had your fun. Remove those pieces of junk from their kind faces, or there will be consequences. Now sit your asses down, or I'll bury you all where you stand. Two clicks can be heard in the silence. After he speaks, meaning he's clocked back, hammers on, both of his black twin revolvers are beneath his waist, ready to blow any three of them away.
They all look at each other a bit nervously. This has never really happened to them before.
No one man has challenged them this seriously. Usually, when people hear they're affiliated with the black hat, they go screaming and running or just hand over the goods. James, who's still pointing his gun at Rex Tense's way up, looking into Rex's cold eyes, realizing they're up against the Red Wolf of the West, out of desperation and fear, he grabs an old lady off a stool and points. His gun at her head, threatening, "If anybody moves, this old witch is dead. We're taking everything you guys have. We're not to be messed with. Fork over the goods, or I'll kill her right now.
As his grip tightens on the old lady, a loud bang! It can be heard as James falls over to the ground, dead, with a bullet shot in his heart. Rex's bullet, accurate as hell, went clean underneath the old lady's ear, right into his heart, killing him on the spot.
The other two begin to panic. Alic doesn't know what to do. Rick tries to pull his gun on Rex. A second shot rings out.
Blowing off multiple of Rick's fingers as he crouches down in pain, holding his nearly fingerless hand, Alec tries to flee from the saloon Rex picking up the gun of James and shoots Alec in his knee watching him struggle to stand and Rick's endless whales of pain as he cradles his bloody hand wrecks finally walks over Cracking two glasses over their head Then, hog ties them up, leaving them for deputies William and Jaxson, who arrive after hearing the commotion. After the deputies let them take Rick and Alec.
While Rex personally takes James's body out back and buries him, he stays there for a couple of moments, whispering a prayer over his grave before burying him. Rex no longer enjoys killing. The last time he did it was in the name of vengeance, not in the name of justice, like it should be. He promised he would never kill in any other name other than justice again, in his father's name. After finishing James's burial, he checks out his gun. His body craftsmanship was exceptional. Definitely, industrial grade, but no serial number, meaning somebody's been trafficking these weapons.