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May 8th, 1866

With my new priorities set, i awoke to deer herds roaming the forests around me. I figured i'd kill a deer for some food, and perhaps some hides to sell off to a market, when i noticed an old cabin. I snuck near it, and watched, and saw some old feller wondering about the place, looked kind of drunk, but seemed harmless enough, so i approached him.

So this guy calls himself Buckskin Bill, been living out here forever, and wants me to fetch him deerhides and booze, screw that, I have a brother to find, and this old drunk isn't goona be any help at all. Wouldn't even give me food or nothing, so i decided i'd leave and find some food elsewhere, then head down south into mexico to see if i could find anything there. All bandits run to mexico.

On May 9th, i came upon a huge canyon, and half expected some Injun's to attack, but none came. I was in Apache territory now, and decided i'd better be careful ,cause i wouldn't wan't to anger the indians. By dusk I was a good trip west of Fort Helena, and decided to camp, though I knew it'd be dangerous in Apache country.

May 10th, 1866

At dawn i broke camp, and came upon a huge indian band, led by some guy named "Geronimo" heard the name back east, but i took no stock of it, he didn't seem very significant to me. Maybe if we met on an open battlefield it'd be different, but for now, I was fine.

I crossed the Rio near Bentons Mill, and met a group of Vigilante's on the plains, and gave them directions to some scalp hunters i'd passed earlier, waved them off and continued on my way. From here, i decided to head to Tres Piedras, because it was the closest town, but upon nearing it, I saw something terrible. Smoke.

The town had been attacked

dun duun duuuuun!