In the year of 1798 the occupants of the Colonies in the new world began the great journey west. New terrain was seen, new territory founded, New trails to overcome. One of these many places was New Testament a place at the heart of the South Western continent, Founded in 1815, New Testament was a place where anyone could go to do better than they did before, a place where anyone was free from their sins, their past, their own selfish and cursed actions, but were the evil of yesterday dies, the evil of tomorrow is born.
Twenty short years later, New Testament was not a familiar place. Outlaws came about en mass, escaping justice in east the outlaw gangs spread terror across the land. The lawbringers fought tooth and nail to keep order, but the fight was a losing battle. Few places kept some semblance or law and order, but each day it faded a little more. and to this day the law seems to be fighting, but its never winning, vary few lawbringers are still the noble modern knight they once were, but that is nearly an extinct breed.
Soon, however once the metaphorical bridge to link the Eastern ocean and the western ocean was done, some Antrapanures came with the best armed and well trained men, money could buy, they quickly brought a trade of bounty hunting to the west, slowly they started claiming back land from the outlaws, but few, unfortunately gave it back, some started companies, and some of them that did would handsomely pay to prevent any other competition, others would work with the law and help the towns grows, but Unfortunately again, small wars between these companies soon rang out, many lawbringers quickly found themselves in the pockets of these places, the law was the will of the company, for better or for worse. the ones who gained from this the most was the bounty hunters, be it an outlaw, who terrorized and killed the innocent, or a lawman who simply didn't want to play alone, their was bounty to be paid for their removal, moving illegal goods, or protecting precious medicine, their was money to be made. with hot iron and cold steel, the bounty hunters would work if you could pay the price.
The outlaws are not fading into the dim light of dusk, what was once just an every man for himself mentality be came a wild and strangely organized treaty of scuffed honor and brotherhoodship. These gangs were a terror no doubt, but to each one in the trope, they had unwritten rules, laws, and belief, cold harted, hot love, slow dying fast living, they were not much as doing things to be evil, more or less for the thrill of it, how many could they kill, rob, cheat, beat, and steal, from, as morbid as could be, it was game to them, and they loved playing, but eventually every game ends.
The town Jillian is right at the heart of all this, A place filled kind people, and ambitious people, horrid people, just as any town, but I think some here, is going to change the world.
