dachsbuns | [Closed] @eidxiety🐎🌹

[It's easy to make enemies in the wild west. You piss off the wrong person- or right, whatever the case may be- and suddenly your head is on the chopping block. You see, people around these parts tend to not forgive and forget. They take slights as a matter of personal insult, things that should be punished by whatever means available. The stockage, the gallows, a showdown at high-noon. That's just how things are done. It's a brutal, unforgiving environment, but that's simply the way it's always been. Either you learn to live with it, or the landscape and the roughnecks in it end up eating you alive. You'd best hope that God has mercy on you then, because the world sure as hell won't.

This is the kind of world Nicholas the Punisher has grown up in. Orphaned at too young of an age, he'd been forced to make that decision long before he should have had to: to survive, or die miserably under the desert sun. For children who had nothing, you either got lucky and got scooped up by the local church, or you simply lived on the streets and made do. You stole for your bread and kept yourself alive with it, assuming you didn't get caught. And, well...Wolfwood toed the line between the two, raised under the watchful eye of the Church of the Saints of Michael while also getting himself into trouble on the regular because what's he gonna do when unsupervised, behave?

That kind of upbringing toughens you. Molds you. Turns you into a hardened outlaw, though there are very few people in this side of the country who aren't one of some flavor. It's just a matter of how under-the-radar you manage to fly, which is easier when you operate as part of an interconnected unit, making stabs at power in isolated incidents. That's how it works for Wolfwood's gang, for they've been in this business long enough to not be stupid about it. Sure, a lot of them have been caught and imprisoned in their time, and many others killed in heists gone wrong, or shootouts that turned to bloody massacres.

Wolfwood has seen a lot. But what he hasn't seen is his boss this fucking angry.

Apparently, a whore found their way into their camp at some point during a time either when Wolfwood was asleep, out on a different job, or simply missed them altogether, because he sure as hell wasn't there for the crux of it. Anyway, said whore proceeded to seduce the boss heavily, probably fucked him in one of the inns or something, it's not abnormal for this to happen. Oftentimes they'll all slip off to find a hooker to shack up with when needing to blow off some steam, so he really had no reason to...care? At least not until the boss started making this huge stink about it. Because apparently, this particular whore managed to rob him blind in the night before stealing away, and now he and the other men are in the aftermath of it all.

And wouldn't you know it. Wolfwood has been chosen as the lucky man to hunt this whore down and get them arrested and/or sent to the gallows for their crimes. Because apparently, as Wolfwood is to find out, this particular whore is also a serial thief. How the fuck did their boss manage to get played so badly by someone who has wanted posters all over the damn place, good god...

Whatever. He figures it's going to be an easy job, especially if it's just a whore he has to bring in. How hard could that be? Especially since finding their location is simple enough by asking around a few towns, taking his horse out from their campsite on towards the last place they'd been sighted. It's a relatively busy town just north some twenty miles from the last town Wolfwood had stopped in, the usual fare with an even mix of people and storefronts alike. Where he wants to go is the tavern, though.

That's usually where the local sluts like to hang out.]

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