Flynn's hat covered his eyes as he listened to the men, and his fists slowly clenched at the sound of the 'Red River Raiders'. Flynn's teeth clenched a little for a few seconds, but he slowly lost his furious frown and looked up at the men, his eyes hollow and sunken.
"So I'll take a wild guess. We both have someone we're after. You want us to help you." Flynn muttered, tightening his belt and standing up. "And these.... Red River Raiders... decided to blow up our house n' kill ma and pa for a little gold, right?"
As Flynn stood still, anger was bottling up inside him, and his arms were shaking with fury. He couldn't stop thinking about revenge... he just wanted to find these bastards... find them... find them!
Whirling around, Flynn smashed his fist against the wall in anger. The bastards took the will, so now they had no leads whatsoever. Unless... Flynn turned around, eyeing the two men.
"If you have any clues at all, tell us now. We want those bastards dead ten times as much as you fellas do."
Home
Search
Arcade
Chat
Login
Register