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Horatio Morale

"Sometimes all you can do is just live day by day."

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a character in “Dogs in Almighty God's Vineyard”, as played by Magus1108

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Horatio Morale

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Age: 55
Gender: Male
Ethnicity/Race: Caucasian
Level of Faith: Doubtful; a man can only handle so many tragedies before his Faith in God is shattered.
Years of Service: Twenty-Eight Years
Weapons/Equipment: A jar of consecrated dirt, a sturdy and able horse, a copy of the Book of Life, a Colt Peacemaker (Revolver), a Winchester Rifle, a faithful hound by the name of Knight, various bags and packs to carry his ammunition and personal effects, and a series of private, handwritten letters from his youth.

Personality

Horatio is a gruff and terse individual; he doesn't make friends or comrades easily, nor does he have a liking for making friends. He does not tend to be rude or overbearing, but at the same time he tries to keep to himself. He is very quiet, and only speaks his mind when necessary. Horatio often comes across as unfriendly, cold, and judgmental. And Horatio likes that. Most of the time he doesn't like people getting close to him, so when possible, he tries to wall himself off from gestures of friendship or comradery.

Still, deep down, Horatio is a good man. His heart has been dulled and chipped away at with age and pessimism, but there is still a sparkle of the man he used to be, down there. To people that he knows well, Horatio can be a genial and understanding man; still somewhat terse, still somewhat cold, but such traits are more tempered by his better nature. Still, the list of people around that Horatio can be that kind of person to has dwindled to no less than a handful; and he isn't quite willing to allow new people to...fill up those positions, as it were.

Horatio also has another personality, of sorts, that he shows to a certain list of people...and that list is filled with vile, hateful criminals and scumbags. To anyone that commits any sort of injustice, Horatio can be their worst nightmare. He will fixate on them as if they are the devil themselves, and will not stop until they are dead. He is especially hateful toward sickos that prey on children, and bandits that attack people out on the trails.

History

Horatio has lived a long and colorful life, to say the least.

He had humble beginnings, being born as the son of a simple Archdeon in a small and quaint town of the Faith. He lived a relatively peaceful life, and under the tutoring of his father, became a full member of the Faith. When he was around eleven years of age, a group of Dogs visited his home town, and dished out their own unique justice while present. Horatio became quite captivated with the Dogs, and once they left town, he vowed to himself to become just like them.

When Horatio was eighteen years old, he left his family and his hometown and traveled to New Life. There, he enrolled into the Watchdog Academy, and began his training. Two years later he became ordained as an official Watchdog of God, and got assigned to his own roving unit of Dogs. Around five years later, he ended up meeting and falling in love with a fellow Dog, a woman by the name of Adella. The two dated for a time, and were soon married; marriage between Dogs was not prohibited, so the Church had no problem with a union between holy warriors.

A year after their marriage, Adella became pregnant with child. Horatio was overjoyed by this, and started envisioning a bright and wonderful future with his new and upcoming family. When Adella became too swollen to perform her duties, she and Horatio were given leave by their superiors, so Adella could safely give birth to the child. Horatio and his wife moved over to New Life and stayed there for the next few months, performing minor teaching duties at the academy while they waited for Adella to give birth.

The day in question soon arrived, but...things did not work out quite as Horatio had expected. Something went horribly wrong during the birthing process, and he ended up losing both Adella and his newborn son, Isaac. In a matter of hours, Horatio went from being happily married with an expecting wife, to losing it all and ending up alone.

Not long after he had buried both Adella and Isaac, Horatio returned to active duty as a Dog. He threw himself into his work, and refused to allow himself to grieve over his lost family. As a result, Horatio started to harden and become a much colder man; before, he had been jovial and happy, a friend to all of his fellow Dogs. But he threw that all away once his wife and newborn child died.

Things remained much the same for him, for the next thirteen years. He continued his duties as a Dog, but much more harshly; he was less forgiving, less kind, and much more wrathful toward sinners and criminals. After his thirty-ninth birthday, however, things took a turn for the better. Horatio took a job with a trio of Dogs who were assigned to protect a small border town from Native attacks. In that town, he met an intriguing and lively young woman, named Selina; the two soon became friends, and over time, grew very attracted to each other. Horatio was almost two decades older than her, but in such a harsh and unforgiving world, age mattered little to two people who truly fell in love. The town Archdeon soon wed them both, and Horatio started a new family with his new bride.

Horatio was worried about doing that, of course, given what had happened to his first wife. But Selina soothed his worries, and a year after their marriage, she gave birth to a healthy little girl, whom they named Evangeline. After spending some months with his wife and new daughter, Horatio was called back into active duty by his superiors, though he promised his wife that he'd visit her often. And so he did. Horatio continued his work with the Dogs, but when able, he still maintained a good and healthy relationship with Selina and his growing daughter Evangeline. With his new family at his side, a new light seemed to appear within Horatio; in many aspects, he reverted back to the kind and generous youth he had been, before the death of his first wife and son.

Eventually, he decided to retire from the Dogs, so he could spend his time fully with his wife, and his now eight year old daughter. He retired from the Dogs, with the full blessings of his friends and superiors, and settled into a new and peaceful life with his family. About two years after he retired, Horatio decided to go visit an old friend up north. Selina and Evangeline wanted to tag along with him, and so Horatio obliged. They rode together up north, and the journey itself proved largely uneventful. They made the trip successfully, and Horatio and his family spent a week there. Then they left for home. Once again, the journey was largely uneventful....until the second night of travel.

Over the course of a single night, everything changed.

In the dead of night, Horatio and his family were ambushed by bandits. The bandits caught Horatio by surprise, and subdued him before he could fight back. The following night was one of Living Hell, as the bandits proceeded to torture Horatio and his family until sunrise. By then, Horatio had lost both his wife and daughter, and he had been left for dead, his body broken and beaten. He nearly died out there, abandoned, but was happened upon by a passing group of Dogs. They rushed him over to the nearest doctor, and the long process of healing and recovery began for Horatio.

As soon as his broken bones were mended and his body was fit for duty, Horatio came out of retirement and became a Dog once again. He threw himself back into his work, and inbetween assignments, he started to hunt down the bandits that had ruined his life. And that's how Horatio has spent the last four years of his life; throwing himself back into his work as a Dog, and tracking down those bastard bandits. So far he's managed to track down and kill every single one of them over the past four years, except for one; the ringleader, a man by the name of Chester Marston. Horatio has made a vow to hunt down and kill Chester, so his vengeance can finally be complete. And perhaps then...he can finally end his miserable existence, and stop his suffering.

Their are only two things that's really keeping Horatio together, at this point in time: his new hound, a dog by the name of Knight, and the thought of eventual revenge.

Shortly after the tragedy with his second family, a longtime friend of his gave him a puppy, and told him to raise it into a proper hound. Horatio did so, and has been rewarded with a good and faithful companion. Knight is not one for talk, obviously, but his very presence soothes Horatio's pain quite a lot.

As for the revenge...he's almost exacted it, but until Chester is dead, it won't be complete. Aside from taking care of Knight, the only thing that Horatio is willing to stay alive for is the thought of bringing Chester Marston to fierce frontier justice. And Augustus WILL be brought to Justice, if it's the last thing Horatio does in his mortal life.

Goals

Die in peace, bring as many bad men to justice as he can before his death, and finally track down and kill that son of a bitch Chester Marston.

Likes

  • Children
  • Dogs (The Animal)
  • Happy, unbroken families
  • Justice
  • His former apprentice of sorts, Anna Ward

Dislikes

  • Bandits
  • People who prey on women and children; especially perverts and monsters that prey on children
  • A man by the name of Chester Marston
  • Savage Natives
  • Naive idealists

So begins...

Horatio Morale's Story

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Anna had been restless for the entire ride out to the fort, quietly reciting prayers to herself as she tried to rein in her excitement. She would certainly not admit it, but she loved these final moments, where the sinners were cornered in their nests, ready to blindly lash out before they would inevitably be put down.

Finally, they reached the point where they had to dismount, and Anna grinned to herself as they approached the rest of the way on foot. They were close now, so close to bringing justice down upon them all. She would be sure to leave one alive, though. After the rest were dead and the children rescued, they would have all the time in the world to pry the truth from the last sinner among them.

But Anna forced herself to focus on the present as she and Horatio crept up to the edge of the fort. Only two sentries, but still more than enough to raise an alarm. She drew one of the small throwing knives from her belt as she whispered back to Horatio. "We only need to draw them closer and strike quickly." Glancing down, Anna kicked a rock across the ground. The noise would be enough to raise their curiosity, but not their suspicion if they only presumed that it was a coyote or some other beast. At least, that was all Anna could pray for. She crouched down, waiting to lunge forward as soon as the guards had stepped around the corner.

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The guards heard the noise, sure enough, and looked around, trying to catch where it had come from. The two bandits conversed for a brief minute, before they left their posts, heading over to the corner Anna and Horatio hid behind. Their footsteps echoed softly into the dirt and gravel below them, announcing their presence as they came closer and closer to the Pack...

They rounded the corner, not expecting anything at all....and that was when Horatio struck. While Anna dealt with the other guard, he leaped, tackling the man to his right! They tumbled to the ground hard, Horatio landing on top of him. In the chaos of the fall, the bandit's gun was knocked loose from his hands, giving the older Dog a prime opportunity to slay his opponent.

Before he could cry for help, he roughly grabbed the man's face, using it as leverage to smash his head against the ground and cover his mouth, at the same time. Dazed from both the sudden tackle and the blow to the head, the bandit wasn't prepared at all when Horatio plunged his Bowie knife into the man's throat! His blade pierced straight through the sinner's neck, the blade sticking into the ground beneath them as he bleed out, squirts of blood shooting out from the severe wound. The man below him was seizing up as he gave a muffled cry....gurgling out his last breaths as he struggled beneath Horatio.

The bandit became still all too soon, the stab to his neck near instantly fatal. Crimson blood stained the man's shirt, seeping down to his chest as blood flowed from the wound on his neck; it even stuck to Horatio some too, staining his own clothes. Not to mention the squirts of blood that had splashed against his own face. It was a minor annoyance, but one Horatio was more than used to, given his job.

Hell, he was more than used to killing a man (or woman) up close. He'd done as much with the Marston gang...hunting those bastards down over the years. When he had to, he'd shoot them from a distance...but for most of the kills, they'd been up close and personal. Sometimes he'd even used his own hands.

The men that tortured him and murdered his family deserved no less, after all. And Chester Marston would suffer a similar fate to that of his men, once he finally found that son of a bitch.

Horatio stayed atop the bandit a moment more, before finally climbing back up to his feet, dusting himself off slightly. He reached down and pulled his Bowie knife from out of the bandit's neck, the blade of his weapon now soaked in blood. His coat and shirt were equally stained crimson, and more than a few streaks of red coated his face. The blood wasn't in his eyes though, so he didn't wipe it off just yet. Perhaps it'd even serve some good; maybe sight of a blood-streaked man would help demoralize the gang of bandits.

He turned to face his protege, curious to see how Anna had dealt with her target. "Everything clear on your end, Anna?"

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The crunch of boots against the dirt was all to easy to hear in the empty night. Anna tensed, gripping the small knife in her hand. She waited a half second, drawing in a slow breath emptying her mind of any distraction. There was nothing but her and the man who needed to die. The two figures rounded the corner and Horatio lept first. While they grappled across the ground she lunged for the second man, jabbing her fist out at the man's throat. The sinner coughed and gasped, but nothing louder than a wheezing breath came out.

But he recovered his wits quickly enough, and his hand reached for the revolver holstered on his belt. Anna jabbed her knife down, cutting into the man's wrist before he could reach the gun. He let out a wheezing cry, stumbling back and grasping at the bleeding gash, then lashed out wildly with his other arm. Anna ducked under the blow and thrust her arm out, her knife digging deep into the man's throat. She drew the blade out just as quickly, leaving him gurgling amidst the blood steadily oozing from his neck as he stumbled back onto the ground.

Anna didn't bat an eye as the corpse twitched faintly before finally falling still. One less sinner in the world, and certainly one far worse than any petty bandit she had killed before. She wiped her blade clean on the sleeve of her coat before looking over to Horatio. Blood spattered as his stood, he perhaps had not killed his opponent with quite as much finesse, but Anna could not fault his effectiveness.

She peered out into the darkness as she made her way to the hole in the wall, then whispered over to Horatio. "We need to open the gates, then quickly set fire to wherever they're stabling their horses. That will provide both the signal to the posse and chaos they need to deal with these sinners. All we need do then is find the children and protect them until the posse arrives. And ensure we have one of these wretches left alive to question."

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Horatio gave a dim nod, taking Anna's words into consideration. "Good thinking, Anna. I'm not sure about the fire, though. Carries too much of a risk. What if it spreads across the entire fort? Even if it doesn't, we don't know for sure where the children are, yet. If we start a fire, we carry the risk of choking them to death with the smoke. if they're close to the stables. How would we put the fire out, anyway? There isn't a well anywhere nearby, or a river or lake. We'd pretty much have to let it burn out, and that carries too much risk with it, I'd say."

Horatio frowned, idly rubbing his chin as he thought matters over. A fire was risky, but if they could somehow just contain it to the stables, it might work. Even then, though, it seemed too much of a risk. In retrospect, they should have brought Brother Samuel with them; he was a liability in the field, sure, but there was a good chance he'd remember the layout of the bandits' camp. Even if he didn't, he'd certainly know where the children were being kept.

At any rate...they did need to create a distraction to create some chaos in the fort, while they signaled the posse to join them. But what could that be?

"Perhaps just setting the horses loose would be enough," Horatio finally suggested, giving a little nod. "We untie them, do something to spook the lot of them, and watch 'em run wild. The bandits will be besides themselves trying to calm down their beasts. Meanwhile, we signal the posse with the fire from a match....Sheriff Thompson has a spyglass on him, so he'd see a flame that tiny. And with the chaos from rounding up their horses, the bandits will be torn to shreds when our reinforcements come charging in."

That sounded like a solid enough plan to Horatio. It would likely mean most of the horses the bandits had would be killed during the firefight....which was a shame. The horses were innocent in any wrongdoing committed by these foul men, after all. Still, it was a necessary sacrifice to rescue the children.

"We'll need to find out where the children are first, though." he added, after a moment's thought. "Make sure we're there to protect 'em and stop any horses from trampling on them by accident. And we need to take out any remaining sentries in the fort itself....I bet at least four men will be up and about, keeping watch inside. Probably a lot less lax then the guys out here were, though. They've been secure this long, probably think Brother Samuel never made it out of the desert alive, and have the one gap in their defenses covered...they'll be lazy and ripe for picking. At least one of the bandits will be asleep on the job, I wager."

Horatio smirked a little at the thought of that, the thought of ambushing such a unsuspecting bandit quite...appealing. It would make their punishment all the sweeter.

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"As you wish." Anna had felt it was worth the risk, given the dangerous situation they were facing, but there was no time to debate the matter now. It would have been difficult enough to only find the children, or set the stables amok, or open the gate and light a signal. To do everything with only two Dogs was a momentously dangerous task. Only the Lord could grant them the fortune to see it through.

"We should split up. Else we will not achieve everything here. You open the gates and light the signal and I will find the children and spook the horses. The timing needs to be close enough to occupy the sinners until the posse arrives." She whispered to Horatio. "Once the shooting starts, I will remain near the children. You will have to ensure one sinner survives to be questioned."

She would have volunteered for the gates, where she felt the greatest risk would be, but someone had to keep the children calm and together during the fighting. Anna knew she far from a mothering figure, but she still was equally far from the image of any cruel man, especially to a children's eyes. A woman Dog had taught her that when she was still in training, and Anna could only hope that these children would listen to her swiftly.

Peering through the hole in the fort's wall, Anna tried to make out any buildings where they could be keeping the children or other guards lurking in the darkness, Everything could go wrong with just one shout. It would only be by the grace of the Lord that everything wouldn't come crashing down around them. Anna let herself grin in excitement, only for a moment. It may have been a selfish thought, but she was all too eager to see justice delivered here and now.

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"As you wish." Anna had felt it was worth the risk, given the dangerous situation they were facing, but there was no time to debate the matter now. It would have been difficult enough to only find the children, or set the stables amok, or open the gate and light a signal. To do everything with only two Dogs was a momentously dangerous task. Only the Lord could grant them the fortune to see it through.

"We should split up. Else we will not achieve everything here. You open the gates and light the signal and I will find the children and spook the horses. The timing needs to be close enough to occupy the sinners until the posse arrives." She whispered to Horatio. "Once the shooting starts, I will remain near the children. You will have to ensure one sinner survives to be questioned."

She would have volunteered for the gates, where she felt the greatest risk would be, but someone had to keep the children calm and together during the fighting. Anna knew she far from a mothering figure, but she still was equally far from the image of any cruel man, especially to a children's eyes. A woman Dog had taught her that when she was still in training, and Anna could only hope that these children would listen to her swiftly.

Peering through the hole in the fort's wall, Anna tried to make out any buildings where they could be keeping the children or other guards lurking in the darkness, Everything could go wrong with just one shout. It would only be by the grace of the Lord that everything wouldn't come crashing down around them. Anna let herself grin in excitement, only for a moment. It may have been a selfish thought, but she was all too eager to see justice delivered here and now.

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"All right. It's a sound plan to me. Let's go." Horatio decisively agreed. When he was sure no one was nearby, he and Anna walked through the hole in the fort, splitting up shortly thereafter to do their assigned missions. Horatio made his way south to the gates, while Anna made her way north to the stables and, hopefully, where the children would also be located.

Horatio crept carefully through the camp...vigilant and alert for any signs of life. He made his way past some tents and run down barracks...both places likely to house the bandits themselves in the camp, and their supplies as well. Aside from the occasional snore though, he heard no sign that anyone in the camp was awake. And he'd yet to encounter another sentry...though he couldn't tell if that was good or bad, just yet.

The sound of footsteps reached his ears, however, causing Horatio to pause and hastily hide behind a section of wall. The footsteps came closer and closer, and the older Dog drew out his Bowie knife, ready to pounce as soon as the apparent sentry came his direction.

The footsteps faded, however, and after a minute Horatio put away his knife and resumed his quiet, stalking pace....tempted to go after the sentry, but reluctant to divert his current path. Going out of his way to hunt out a bandit may well get him caught, after all, and he couldn't let that happen at all.

Finally though, he came upon the main gate...and to his amusement, saw a sleeping sentry propped up against the wooden doors, the man's rifle absently leaning against the wall.

Minutes later the sentry was lying in a pool of his own blood, his throat slit, and Horatio opened up the gates quiet as he could. He didn't get out a match and alert the posse just yet, however. He was still waiting for Anna to do her part in the plan. Whatever she did to spook the horses, he was guaranteed to hear the spooked cries of the beasts of burden. Once he heard that, he knew it would be time to alert the posse.

Soon, very soon...this would all be over, and these vile men would face justice for their crimes. He just prayed that Anna would see the children to safety, during all the fighting.

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Anna crept quietly through the fort, peering out into the darkness for any sign of other sinners lurking within. She heard the faint crunching of footsteps in the dirt, but there was no one she could see and no time to go searching for a single patrol. Hurrying as best she could while still keeping her footsteps quiet, she moved towards the back of the fort.

It was a small blessing that the stable was simple enough to find, still intact from whenever the fort had last been occupied. Anna could see a half dozen or so horses in the stable and a cluster of tents nearby where the other men were encamped. Anna crouched down as she moved up to the edge of the stable, and there was still no sign of another guard. She could only silently thank the Lord as she stepped into the stable, quickly untying each horse from the wooden posts.

Once she reached the last horse at the end of the stable, Anna flicked her knife out, cutting across the horse's flank. It was a shallow wound, far from anything that could impede the steed from running. The horse reacted immediately, roused from its sleep by the pain and quickly panicking. As it neighed loudly, the other horses started, and quickly began galloping out of the narrow confines of the stable with their ropes already having been severed.

Anna hurried behind the stable, watching as figured rushed out of the tents and soon their shouting was added to the sudden cacophony. Men were hurrying about, trying to catch the horses before they could trample anyone or rush out of the fort. As Anna watched, she saw that there was one man who had not ran off, instead remaining in front of a large tent set up behind the others. Anna circled around the encampment, approaching the guard from the side. While his attention was still focused on the chaos, she jabbed her knife out and he caught the blade in his neck. The man fell, wheezing and convulsing. Anna glanced over her shoulder, and seeing no one else catch her notice for now, she looked into the tent.

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The tent was wide enough to house up to a dozen people, if not more...though when Anna looked into the tent, she would only see one person. A child, a young girl by the look of things. The girl was laying on her side, her hands and feet bound, effectively restraining her and making her unable to move. She was also quite noticeably naked, not a stitch of clothing left on her body, with her body itself incredibly dirty, covered in dirt, dried blood, and other such stains. She may have been asleep, like the bandits, but the noise from the horses had certainly startled her awake. She lifted her head up, straining a bit to move herself into a better position to best see her new guest.

"W-Who are you?" the girl croaked out, her voice rather shaky and raw, as if she'd tired herself out screaming, or otherwise extensively using her voice.
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Horatio, meanwhile, heard the ruckus caused by the stampeding horses. Acting fast, he got out a match, and struck it alive, holding the tiny flame up from the entrance to the fort, knowing that Sheriff Thompson would be able to see the small flame with his spyglass.

He had to put it out after a minute, but the deed was done, and the posse was signaled. He heard a slight noise in the distance, and looking out he saw the telltale signs of an approaching party....the posse, riding on down to the fort!

He ducked out of the way, leaving room for the posse to ride through the gate. After a few minutes the thunderous sound of hoof-beats filled the air, as the large posse spilled into the fort, in pairs of two, until all the men and women they'd gathered were in. They all quickly dismounted, and get out their weapons.

"Shoot to kill! We gotta keep one left alive...but the rest can be damned to hell! Let's go!" Horatio urged, leading the posse forward.

One of the bandits, attracted by all the noise at the gate, came into view, and was immediately shot dead by Sheriff Thompson, the bandit crumpling to the ground moments later. That accomplished, Horatio and the posse started to surge forward, the sound of gunfire soon filling the air as the Dog and his men expertly ambushed the unsuspecting sinners.

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"God and Prophet." Anna uttered quietly as she saw the girl, her stomach lurching at the sight. The sounds of men and horses outside faded for a moment as Anna could only her heartbeat raging in her chest while she fought back the urge to step out immediately to deliver the Lord's vengeance.

But someone had to tend to the girl. Anna pulled off her coat, pulling the derringer out from a inner pocket and stuffing it in her belt before wrapping the coat around the girl's shoulders. She then took her knife and cut the bonds from her.

"My name is Anna and I am a watchdog of the Lord. He has sent me to help you." She said, her voice hoarse as she tried to keep her tone calm. "Sheriff Thompson is coming with help, but I need to you tell me if there are any other children here. Do you understand?"

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"Y-Yes," the girl managed to croak out, her eyes wide. She gave a little cough, shifting into a sitting position now that her bonds were cut. She kept the coat close around her, trying to hide her nakedness, while she collected herself. "They...they're gone. T-They got taken away this morning....by the men in the carriages. I-I don't know where they went....th-they woulda taken me too, b-but, they said there weren't no room left, and they'd come back for me later. I'm the only one left."

Meanwhile, the fighting continued outside. The sound of the rampaging horses was soon drowned out by gunfire, as Horatio and the posse marched through the camp, gunning down bandits left and right. The sinners themselves soon joined the firefight, many giving up on the horses as they took cover, hunkering down for the fight of their lives.

Just then, the flap of the tent opened up, a scraggly-bearded man bursting in, rifle drawn. He paused for a half-second, surprised to see Anna there, but that didn't last long. Already alerted and having the drop on the female Dog, he raised his rifle, prepared to gun her down--

--And indeed, a gunshot rang in the air, the deafening noise thundering in Anna's eardrums. The man didn't get a shot off, however; instead the bandit gave a harsh cry, falling to the ground as he thrashed around, blood leaking from the bullet hole in his back. Behind him stood Horatio, pistol still smoking.

"Sit still before I finish the job," Horatio proclaimed, slamming a boot down on the bandit's back, purposely grinding the heel of his boot against the bandit's bleeding wound. The bearded man cried out in pain, squirming on the ground, but he stopped resisting, merely moaning out in agony now.

"Looks like we've got our live one," Horatio commented, before looking over at Anna and the girl. The older Watchdog frowned, a sinking feeling already starting to swell in his stomach. "Is she it? Where are the other kids?"

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They were too late. The rage that Anna had forced down came roaring back even stronger than before, until her hands were shaking and her breath hitching. Between the gunfire outside and her own thumping heartbeat, she did not hear the sound of footsteps and the swishing cloth of the tent being opened until she knew it was too late, even with the speed of her draw. But Anna whirled around nonetheless, determined to keep herself between the child and any attacker.

The gunshot rang out a half second before her own revolver was raised. She flinched, but kept her aim steady, only for the man to fall forward with Horatio standing behind him.

Anna let out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding, only to scowl down at the bleeding sinner as Horatio asked about the other children. "They've been taken elsewhere. We were too late."

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Anna's confirmation of what he already suspected sent Horatio into a similar rage. He scowled fiercely, stomping down on the wounded bandit's back in an attempt to relieve his anger, despite the sinner's cried pain of objection. "Damnation! Was this all for nothing, then?"

He couldn't help but swear, his anger getting the best of him. He remembered the presence of the girl though, his eyes drawn back to her as she huddled toward the back of the tent, frightened by the gunshot and Horatio's own shouting.

He felt the embers of fury cool some, a more clinical part of the older Dog's psyche taking over. Whatever happened next...this venture wasn't a waste. Even if the other children were gone, they were still able to save the girl before them. Besides...however unlikely it was, there was the possibility that they might find out where the children were taken to. One of the bandits might know, or perhaps they would find evidence of where they were going among any documents the sinners held. Perhaps in a letter, or some such thing.

"Even if the others are gone....we still have her. We saved someone," Horatio, somewhat begrudgingly, acknowledged, focusing on the dirtied girl huddling in the corner, the young child still clutching Anna's coat tight to her small frame.

The echo of gunfire still clung to the air, but the time inbetween shots started to lengthen, as more and more bandits fell to the onslaught from the posse. Between the sudden stampede from the horses, the ambush from the townsfolk, and the fact most of the bandits had been dead asleep previously....it surprised the Dog little how effectively the wretched sinners were being crushed. It was practically a massacre. Not that he minded in the least, of course.

"I'll stay with her...and our prisoner. You go on out, help the Sheriff and the posse mop up the rest of the bandits." Horatio decided, giving Anna permission to leave. "Go on out...I'll be fine. I have...experience, with children."

In fact, looking at the scared little girl....he couldn't help but be reminded of his own daughter. Evangeline....Little Eva, as he had affectionately called her. So bright and cheerful, so full of life. The sweetest little girl you could imagine. And she'd been...so scared. So scared the night she and her mother died. Her screams...in Horatio's darkest hours, the screams of his frightened daughter haunted his dreams and plagued his nightmares. If nothing else, he remembered the screams of his wife and daughter from that horrible, dreadful night.

If he had any solace from that blackened night, it was that he had been rendered unconscious before Chester Marston and his gang could force him to watch his family die.

However, he could do something now he hadn't been able to do for his own daughter. Comfort her in her hour of need.

"She'll be safe with me...and he's not going anywhere. Moment he tries to get back up, I'll shoot him dead. So if he wants to stay alive, he'll bleed out on the dirt." Horatio added, when he noticed Anna's hesitation. "Now go on out there...and give these bastards hell."

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"As you wish." Anna said curtly, as much as she could say while still keeping her voice calm. As she stepped out of the tent, she could only imagine the horrid fates that awaited the other children. But the worse fear that lingered in her heart was that none of this was any cruel fate that she had seen or heard of before, not when the attacks had occurred over many years, and not if a man in New Life itself could be murdered to hide the truth. The dread and fear and frustration made her hand shake, until she gripped her revolver tightly to stop the trembling in her fingers.

There was one thing she could do. The gunfire had become more sporadic as the posse moved further into the fort, the sinners too slow to escape the ambush having been cut down like the beasts that they were. But a few still remained, ducked behind crates and dead horses as they traded fire with the posse that had scrambled for cover as well.

With the sinners still focused on the posse, Anna gave no heed to any thought of cover as she strode towards them. A trio of them were crouched behind a few crates hastily pushed together, and none of them saw Anna approaching from the side until it was too late. The first glanced to his right as he spotted her, but her gunshot cut off his cry as the bullet tore through his face. Anna continued her advanced as the other two turned to face her, unflinching even as hastily aimed bullets flew her way. Four more shots from her revolver sent them both staggering to the ground.

The fort fell silent, at least for a brief moment until one of the sinners on the ground let out a wail of pain. Anna stepped up to him, calmly leveling her pistol at his head. "The Lord will have no mercy on your wretched souls," She sneered as she fired. As the calm settled once again, Anna let out a slow breath before she looked to the sheriff and the posse. "Search the fort for any other sinners trying to hide, and for any writings they may have left behind. Bring any such documents directly to myself or my fellow watchdog. We must be thorough here and leave no detail unfound, to ensure the Lord's justice is delivered to all who deserve it."

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While Anna dealt with the remaining sinners outside, Horatio focused on the scared, vulnerable girl at his side. Keeping half an eye on the still groaning and bleeding bandit, he started talking with the child, hoping to get her to open up.

"What's your name, child?" he inquired, giving the girl what he hoped was a placating smile. "My name's Horatio....I'm a Dog too, like Anna."

The bruised and battered girl seemed nervous around him, still clutching the female Dog's coat tight to her frame. She seemed to become more at ease though, when Horatio confessed to being a Dog as well. "I'm....m-my name's Elizabeth Daniels."

Horatio nodded, briefly recalling the names of all the missing children. She was the sister of the boy who had been left behind, then. The blind boy, Jacob. Well...if nothing else, at least he would be able to reunite brother and sister again. It was a paltry consolation prize, considering the no doubt horrid fates that awaited the children who had already been taken to parts unknown, but the older Watchdog would take what he could get.

"I see. Well Elizabeth, you're safe now. Don't worry." Horatio proclaimed, smiling gently at the child. Assuming a role he hadn't played in...quite some time. "Anna and I will make sure no one else hurts you anymore...and we'll take you back to your brother, too."

Elizabeth seemed to perk up at this, the traces of a smile coming to her lips. "He's....all right, then? I haven't, I haven't seen my brother at all since comin' here."

Horatio nodded in the affirmative, speaking quickly to assure Elizabeth of that fact. Indeed, hearing such news seemed to brighten her a bit, bringing the scarred girl some comfort, which Horatio was more than happy to provide.

The shooting finally came to a stop after awhile, and after a few minutes the flap to the tent opened up, and Sheriff Thompson stepped inside. He looked around briefly, before his eyes rested on the three figures inside. He grimaced, the young man clearly doing his best to hold back from swearing. "Ah...Anna told me the others had already been moved. I was hoping she was wrong, but..."

Horatio nodded grimly, sharing in the black lawman's pain. He stood up, reaching down to help Elizabeth up to her feet as well. The girl hesitantly took his hand, using her free arm to keep the loose coat around her small frame. "The others may be gone Sheriff, but so long as we save one child, everything will not have been in vain."

Thompson gave a little nod, still looking a bit unhappy, bit he pushed aside his thoughts of failure. "True enough. All right then...we got Doc Cottle pulled up in his wagon, now. He'll take care of the girl from here. You wanna take her to him, or should I?"

Horatio briefly considered his options, looking down at the scared, uncertain little girl. "I'll go ahead and do it. You take that bastard there over to Anna...he'll need to be interrogated."

"And then some," Sheriff Thompson agreed, inclining his head. He looked down at the bandit, a grim smile overtaking his face. "No one in the posse is pleased that we came too late to save everyone. Though...well, I imagine a lot of spirits will be lifted once this bastard's got a noose around his neck. After Anna's done with him, of course."

That said, Horatio left the tent, carefully escorting Elizabeth to be tended to by Doc Cottle, while Sheriff Thompson roughly got the wounded bandit to his feet, and marched him over to where Anna was.

People were still searching all over the fort, looking for any last holdouts or documents, as Anna requested, so for the moment she would have the last remaining bandit all to herself, free from interference from anyone else.

"Horatio said to bring this bastard over to you," Sheriff Thompson proclaimed, unceremoniously pushing the bandit forward, making the man gasp out and stumble, tumbling to the ground before Anna's feet. "Do you need some help with him, or should I join the others?"

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Anna looked up from reloading her revolver when Thompson approached with the sinner on his arm. "Thank you, Sheriff, I will take him from here. Go help the posse, see to any wounded and prepare to depart. Horatio and I will be with you shortly."

She wasn't sure if the sheriff would have had the stomach to help, but regardless it was better that he didn't see the unpleasant details firsthand. It was different for some to comprehend that the Lord offered salvation in one hand and retribution in the other. And in the end, it was better for the Dogs to see to such different tasks, to spare others from such troubles. Pressing her revolver against the sinner's back, she marched him towards the edge of the fort's interior, away from the posse.

Once they were well away from the others, Anna shoved the man onto his knees, moving to face him and keeping her revolver lowered, but quite ready to fire if he were to move suddenly.

"I know you think I will threaten you. Harm you. That it is the only way I can glean answers from you. But you should know now that any physical harm I can do to you is, in the end, insignificant. Our bodies are merely mortal shells, cast aside and turned to dust when we go to our Lord. And the Lord shall judge us all by our actions. Truly, there is nothing I can do that will compare to the torments that will be placed upon your soul in payment for your sins." She spoke quietly, but with an unflinching steadiness as she stared hard at the man.

With her free hand, Anna drew a knife from her belt. "But I assure you that I can still make your transition to the Lord very, very unpleasant. And slow. So you will tell me these things: Where have the children been taken? Who murdered Red Road's sheriff? And who is Azrael?"

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The bandit looked over at Anna, a grimace spread across his dirtied face. He looked between her gun, and her knife, clearly weighing his options. The man had very few avenues of escape open, and at this point, it seemed all he could do was decide just how he was going to die. A fate he begrudgingly accepted, as he began to speak.

That, or he was looking to buy himself some time to plan out an escape.

"I...." the sinner swallowed hard, giving the female Dog a nervous look. "I don't know much. The kids were...taken back East, I guess. That's where they said they were going....Azrael said he had some buyers in the East that were interested in 'em. And I don't know nothing about any Sheriff...he get himself killed? Well, we had nothin' to do with that."

The man paused a moment, collecting his thoughts as he went on. "Don't know who Azrael is. He just....found us one day, and made the Boss an offer. We'd raid some local ranches and homesteads, kill all the adults, and take the children over to him, in exchange for some cash and some gold. He promised his backers back East would pay us all handsomely...for those brats. So we did it. Kids got taken this morning by some men in carriages, and Azrael gave the Boss our payment."
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Meanwhile, across the fort, Horatio led Elizabeth over to Doc Cottle's wagon. The physician tended to her quickly, whisking her away to the back of his wagon as he started treating her wounds.

Horatio leaned against the side of the side of the wagon, sighing as he closed his eyes. His reflections were interrupted, however, as Brother Samuel spoke to him.

"I've heard that all but one of the children were already gone. Is it true?" Horatio opened his eyes, looking over at the priest. Brother Samuel's desperate, haunted face stared back at him.

Poor bastard. If he and Anna felt guilty about this whole mess...it probably didn't compare to the guilt Samuel felt. He was right there, with all the children....and his efforts to rescue them all were now in vain. The man was probably consumed with guilt and regret. Not that there was anything he could have done, really. It was unlikely the children would have survived a trek though the desert, malnourished and weak as they would have been. He doubted the Brother was considering that, however.

"Yes....I'm sorry, Brother." Horatio gave a little nod, even as Brother Samuel became more crestfallen, an ashen look overcoming his features.

"I should have taken them with me..." Samuel looked away, muttering words of regret. "If I had stayed, then maybe..."

Horatio was more than familiar with that sort of guilt. If he and his family had taken a different trail that night...or if he hadn't insisted they make the trip at all...

That type of guilt would consume a person, if left unchecked. It probably would have consumed him, quite honestly, if the burning desire of revenge hadn't overpowered the elder Dog's sense of guilt.

"There was nothing you could have done, Brother. You had no way of knowing the children would be taken away so soon...and besides, could they really have made it all the way back to Red Road, walking in that blistering sun?" Horatio pointed out, giving the guilty priest a knowing and sympathetic look. "Besides....we have saved one child tonight. If nothing else, Elizabeth Daniels will be reunited with her brother, and taken away from these savage sinners."

Brother Samuel nodded, apparently taking a little comfort in those words. "Yes...you have a point, Watchdog. I....she is in the wagon with the doctor, yes? I'll...stay with her. My presence would comfort her, I think. And...me, as well. Go, I'll stay with her."

Horatio nodded, straightening himself as he leaned off of the wagon. Brother Samuel ventured inside of it a moment later, and the Dog walked away....heading over to the edge of the fort, where he was fairly sure Anna would be interrogating the last surviving bandit.

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Greedy, soulless, wretched creature. Anna fumed silently, gritting her teeth as she forced herself to keep a calm expression. She couldn't afford to lash out at him if there was still answers that could be pried from him. There was still too many unanswered questions. She couldn't be sure if Chesterfield was the only culprit in Red Road. The mayor likely had the capability for murder, but such prideful men often had their own thugs to sully their hands with the gruesome work of murder. Too many questions and the devil that called himself Azrael In the end, it only was a small consolation that Anna knew the man before her would face the appropriately slow justice of the noose.

"Is your boss still here?" She hissed, gesturing to the fort and the corpses spread across it. "And which way did the carriages ride out? How many did they bring? How many men were with them?"

Anna would have preferred to spend more time searching Red Road, especially the mayor's residence, but the carriage wasn't more than a day ahead. The tracks would still be fresh. And a heavy carriage and its escort would never be able to outpace two of the Lord's hounds on the hunt. Or at least that was what Anna prayed for.

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"Boss is...I saw him get shot right in front of me. He's dead now, I guess." the bandit answered, the man grimacing as he said that. "There were three carriages all together, a-and nine men that came with 'em, counting the drivers. Three men drove the carriages, three man got into a carriage each, and the last three were all on horseback. They....went out east, I think. Azrael said they were going to Jefferson City."

Jefferson City....it was a fairly modest town, much bigger than Red Road of course, but not quite on the same level as New Life was. Indeed, it's only claim to fame was that the Transcontinental Railroad had a stop in the town. Which meant that the men and the children they took were likely long gone. Jefferson City was half a day's travel from Red Road, and once the men purchased tickets for the train....yes, they would be long gone by now. If they were indeed taking the children out East, they would no doubt be hundreds of miles away.

The Transcontinental Express, after all, could travel from New York City, all the way to San Francisco, in just 83 hours. There was no way Anna and Horatio could hope to catch up to the vile sinners that had taken away the other children on horseback. And even if they were to try and follow them on the railroad itself...even if they could find out what train they had taken, they could just as easily get off at a stopping point down the line, and use other means of transportation to get to their destination.

There was no escaping the fact, then...in lieu of a miracle, the other children taken from the fort would likely never be found. If just by Anna and Horatio themselves.

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The rage came roaring back in Anna's chest. Again and again they had found answers, but only for their enemy to be five steps ahead of them. And to think that Eastern debauchery was the likely culprit made her rage burn even hotter. For all of the mystery of the man who called himself Azrael of all things, it was only greed and depravity at the root of these crimes, purely human sin. It would have almost been a small comfort to know that Azrael was ultimately no different than the petty thug before her, if not for the fact that it all meant nothing to the children that could be anywhere in the nation by the time she and Horatio could even reach Jefferson City.

Anna's heart was thudding madly as she aimed her revolver at the sinner's head, her finger slowly pressing against the trigger. But she stopped at the last moment, turning the gun in her hand and gripping it by the barrel. She swung out, striking the man across the head with the grip of her revolver. The man flopped to the side, grasping at his head as he cried out.

Slowly holstering her weapon, Anna paid no mind to the man's groans as she let out a slow breath. They would just have to go back to Red Road and find the root of it all. The dead mayor had not become corrupt overnight, and Anna would tear up every last floorboard of the town's meager houses to find whatever secrets he took to his grave.

Grabbing the sinner by his shoulder, Anna hauled him up to his feet and shoved him forward, sending him stumbling on his way back to Thompson and Horatio. "He'll hang for his crimes and sins once we return to town. There's nothing else to be gained from him." She said to the two of them, her scowl evident despite her best effort to conceal it. "Azrael's men took the children to Jefferson City, intending to sell them in the East. All we can do now is resume the search in Red Road for evidence of who this monster is. The mayor must have left something worthwhile in his home or office."