Utterly Mad

Georgie stood in front of the door, arms dropping like wet noodles at his sides. He kicked the ground in defeat and slowly walked back to the house hands in his pockets. "Dammit. I wish thems' would cheer up, it ain't right feeling this sad..." he slowly turned back towards the shed, before quickly turning on the heels of his boots and darting back towards the house.

It was quiet almost inaudible, but overtime it punctuated the silence of the room. It was a light rapping on the doors, followed by the sorrowful but soft  muffled voice of your (sane) aunt, "There's some men at the house that wish to see you."

Getting the message from his big sis, Flynn drearily got to his feet, opening up the door with a hanging face. He looked at his aunt for a few seconds before speaking, his voice unsure and definitely not the voice of the usual, loud and goofy Flynn.

"What do they want..."

"Come on you two, we have to check this. Wipe those tears off, we've got business." He said as he put the cork top back on his glass bottle and put it back into his Duster pocket. He adjusted his hat as he stood up and opened the door slowly and held it open so everyone could walk out.

Amy didn't want to move. She willed herself to just lie in bed and never ever get back up... though of course she couldn't do that. She couldn't just give up when they had a shot at finding out who did this. But Amy was conflicted and fighting her own internal battle in that moment. It'd been a while of just thinking about nothing, avoiding the reality and having to find the people, but now with the opportunity, her mind was a war zone.

With some tossing and turning, and just a tad bit of groaning, she got up with John's comment. Wipe off the tears, huh? Was it that easy for him? Amy glared at him, feeling bothered that he could just get over this so soon. He was already ready to get to action, like he didn't even care that they died but that because of their death he gets to drink whisky all day and punch people. Amy thought of it as an excuse to be his usual, hard ass self. Amy didn't see him sob, didn't see him cry, he's just been like that this whole time. When he changed his last name, he really changed entirely. Not the same brother she loved. At least Flynn had shown some compassion and tenderness.

Amy left the shed. The sun blinded her as she avoided mouthing off to her brother. She knew better than that. Her emotions were getting the best of at the moment. Or perhaps that was real, raw emotion as she stepped out into the crispy sun. She lifted the hat from around her neck; she'd sewed on a string after it blew off running for her Ma, and shielded herself from the sun. Then, she walked with Flynn to get the scoop, but remained quiet and distant.

There was silence between the siblings, but Amy knew that they hadn't found the land deed. Must've burned up in the fire, that or the bandits took it. For the first time in a long time, she spoke to them. "No. We got no deed." Surprised by the depressing tone of her voice, she leaned up against the pillar holding up the roof of the small porch.

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."