Judging by the appearance of the house, you would have thought that it was abandoned. But you were so wrong. Candlelight had illuminated from the holes that were barely even windows anymore, with movement of silhouettes of the people who inhabited the run down shack of a house. Multiple tiles were missing from what you assumed was the roof, seeming as if a twister had sucked the materials and spat them right out. The wood exterior was to put it shortly -- was rotting.

It had bewildered you to think that people could still live in such a place with this kind of condition. You'd think that with all the money they stacked from their 'visitors,' that they would have bothered putting in the effort to at least do some refurbishments.  

John and Lenny went ahead, with you following not too far behind the two outlaws. The three of you cautiously approached closer towards the property, your fingertips nearing to gun in case you were encountered with bullets instead of words. But remembering with what Lenny had mentioned earlier, you had hoped that you would do a clean job with the robbery. 

The sun had slowly dipped into the horizon of the lush greenery while the three of you had continued surveying the pig farm. Long and behold, a rather large, saggy man appeared from the entrance door as he walked towards the barely supported front porch. His breasts spilled out from his worn out, half buttoned jumper suit. His hair was greasy, some of them surrounding the bald spot in the middle of his scalp. 

"Ain't ya'll a bunch of lost travellers!" The blob started, "Ain't that just dandy! Why don't ya'll come in and eat?"

Both you and John had exchanged anxious looks, then looking at Lenny as if he was your only hope. Thankfully, the young outlaw was more composed and filled with charm that a young polite man would posses compared to the two of you. 

"Good evenin', sir. Ain't that just lovely, my friends and I would love to stay over for a bit! Seems folk like that just don't exist no more." The young outlaw charismatically said, giving both you and John to follow along inside the old farm.

Lenny stepped inside first, followed by John, and then yourself. The interiors of the house didn't look any better than that of the exterior. The worn out wood on the floor creaked with every step you took, as if there was a monster awaiting to get out from underneath. Most of the wallpaper had either fallen out of place or had barely stuck onto their former places. Not to mention that there were unwashed dishes, with dirty utensils practically flung around everywhere the kitchen area. 

A sour expression flushed onto your face from the potent smell of the stench from this place. You weren't entirely sure if it was the pigs, the people who lived here, or everything in between. 

"Are we havin' visitors tonight?" A woman suddenly appeared from the backdoor of the farm. She was quite the opposite of being a blob, but if looks could kill, then the lust in her eyes to want to potentially murder someone would do just the job. 

"Ya'll must be tired from your ride!" She exclaimed in an overdramatic fashion. "Take a seat, I have dinner waiting for you handsome fellers."

The woman had grabbed a dish that was filled with some type of stew, the broth still boiling just as it was taken out from the stove. You wondered how often this strange couple had rehearsed this before killing off their visitors and collecting their money. If this rumour were true, then you would be more cautious with how you can steal their stash. 

"What brings you folks here?" The large man blob asked.

"We rode from Strawberry, just stayed in for a night in their hotel." Lenny continued on with his (so far) convincing act. "We're hunters, and we travel from place to place to sell for town butchers."

"Sounds like a dandy fine job to me!" The man hiccupped, occasionally giving the woman suspicious glances here and there. 

"It's a shame some folks won't treat young fellers like this with the kindness they deserve." She faked an innocent tone, also giving the man some glances that screamed they were a bunch of murderers. 

The woman mixed the stew with a ladle, pouring it out on each of your bowls that were laid out in front of you three. She leaned in uncomfortably close to John. Her unbuttoned top portion of her dress revealed an unpleasant sight of her cleavage, in which the outlaw did not dare to look at. 

"Ma and pa died and all we had was each other. We learned to love and felt more safe when we was together, ain't that right, honey pie?" The man called her over by his side, then pulled her onto his lap. What happened next was not the sight to be seen by children, or for any of you having to suffer to watch for that matter. 

Strange wasn't the most appropriate word to use in all this. But rather, and disgustingly, the word more suited for this situation was inbred.

John cleared his throat, while it was obvious that Lenny was holding back a gag and then wanting to vomit afterwards. The word uncomfortable couldn't even justify how the three of you felt watching this incest couple. While the inbreds were 'distracted,' the two outlaws had then given you a look, signalling that it was time for you to look for that stash.

"I think it must be all that riding but I think I need to excuse myself." You got up from your chair and headed for the back door of the old farm. 

The voices of the outlaws and that inbred couple had faded as you closed the back door. You pressed in for a moment, hearing that the four individuals had gone through the front of their property. Now it was your time to get a move on.

The hairs on the back of your neck had risen up, feeling goosebumps form from both of your arms. The house suddenly felt more eerie without those siblings, and their living conditions didn't help either. The creeping feeling felt heavier on you more than before, since finding this cash was your hopes for getting the hell out of this place. 

You sneakily ran upstairs, finding an almost bare second floor filled with nothing but cobwebs, candle lamps, and a worn out cabinet. Assuming that the piles of cash was stacked in there, you proceeded to open the piece of furniture only to find some... Bones. Human bones. A skull was at the at the centrepiece of them all, with a dusty doll that sat beside the bones and a folded piece of paper that had the word written 'momma' on it.

"Those sick sons of bitches...." You gagged, a baby barf just about to form inside your esophagus. Clearly, these siblings have gotten some explaining to do.

"Y'know, momma don't like it much when you disturb her." A nasty voice crept up from behind you. 

Your head whipped back to see the woman standing across from you. In her hand, she held an old, rusty but VERY sharp knife. 

"Ya'll ain't just here for the travellin', aren't ya'? All them guns that you was showin', it ain't just for regular typa' folk." She hissed out like a snake. You heard the wooden floor creak as the now vicious woman took another step closer towards your direction. 

"Easy there, lady." You stepped back a bit as your fingers slid closer towards your cattleman's revolver. You grabbed your mother's former weapon and held it towards her head, "Just tell me where the money is, and I won't shoot you."

She laughed like a madman, and it caused a knot to form in the pit of your stomach. "Oh y' ain't gonna get a cent from us! But dontcha worry there sweetpea, 'cause you're gonna be part of the bodies real soon."

She bolted towards you like some kind of wild animal with an inhumane scream that came out of her very being -- a banshee was what she sounded like. Her body crushed towards yours as you thudded onto the wooden floor, your gun getting knocked out of your hand in the process. 

Aside from your gun, you spotted your hat across the room, your (hair color) hair now tousled  into a messy bun. The woman had taken a good look at your form. A creepy smirk etched on her features, her teeth gnashed like a hungry predator about to devour her prey.

"You ain't a feller after all." Her hot breath reeked of a rotten smell as she pinned you onto the ground. "I'm gonna enjoy gouging those (eye color) eyes outta that pretty lil' face of yours!"

The manic woman raised her hand that held onto the knife ready to strike you, but your reflexes were thankfully faster than your thinking right now. You held onto her wrist, preventing the knife from making contact into your flesh. Using your knees, you lifted her body for a brief moment and used your legs to kick her in a somersault-like maneuver. 

While she was still in the midst of pulling herself together, you crawled towards where your gun was and instantly grabbed it. You cocked the gun at her as she grabbed a hold of her knife, with her lashing out at you again. She grabbed onto your wrist, causing you you to hold onto your gun upwards, unintentionally firing as a bullet skyrocketed through the roof.

"When you lose lil' lady, you're gonna join momma and the rest of my collection.." 

Bucking your knee towards her abdomen, you had managed to knock her down onto the ground. The woman attempted to crawl towards her only weapon, but was met with your boot stepping onto the knife. 

The three of you had promised to one another that this job would be ideally clean. But if it comes to this point, there was going to be some bullets involved.

"You inbred sons of bitches are sickening." You breathlessly snarled as you aimed at her, shooting a bullet clean through that thick skull of hers. You dusted off your dark grey hat, leaving the woman lying dead onto the ground.

With all the commotion of shooting and screaming going on in the second floor, it was clearly enough to alarm the brother downstairs with the two other outlaws. By the time you went downstairs, you witnessed the giant man beating the living daylights out of poor John and Lenny. 

There was zero chances of your small frame being able to even hurt this man from a mere fist fight. So you took out your prized weapon, steadily aimed as the brother had now also taken a bullet onto his head. A loud thud was heard as his large body fell onto the ground, the two outlaws looking at you in complete shock. 

Looks like this was the end of the incest couple's 'business.'

The thud was similar to that of a mini earthquake as it knocked off a framed picture from the wall, revealing a safe hidden inside of the hole. Long and behold, there was indeed a thick stash of cash inside the safe. The three of you hopped in excitement, evenly splitting the desired between. 

***

The ride back towards Horseshoe Overlook was peaceful, despite the sore body parts you three had earned from the unpleasant fight earlier. A bump formed on the back of your head from the bad fall you had. 

"That was one hell of fight there, Stranger!" Lenny remarked, his tone sounding proud of how you handled yourself for a newbie.

"Y' aim damn well better than the others back at the camp." John added, rubbing the scars on the right side of his face. "Shit, you're probably even better than Arthur! ...But that never came from me."

The mention of Arthur's name had caused your stomach to churn, you wanted to mentally kill the imaginary butterflies that formed inside. Damn that handsome cowboy.

Your mind couldn't erase how he looked like when he got shot by those O'Driscolls, to how thankful he genuinely looked when you saved him for the third time. You thought that by going out to do bigger jobs, that it would be something make up his gunshot injury.

"Y'know Stranger..." John's raspy voice called out, taking you back into reality. "If you was a girl, I bet Arthur would be more... Sweet to you. The two of y' would make the perfect couple."

"I can see that happenin'," Lenny added, his brown eyes averting towards your gaze. "Was it just me, or did that woman mention somethin' about your face being all pretty?"

With a few clicks from his tongue, John guided Old Boy as he trotted alongside your mare, Ace. He leaned his face a little closer to yours, "Now that Lenny mentioned it, y' do look a little too pretty to be a feller." 

You gulped the unwanted lump that formed in your throat. Was this how the gang finds out about your true identity? No, not yet. You wanted Arthur to be the first one to find out. "Oh it's uh... Nothing! I think she hit her head a little too hard and was just seeing things." 

The two outlaws thankfully took the bait and laughed alongside with you. It looks like the truth was going to have to come out a little sooner than you expected.