Marshal Jack Thompson: spits tobacco Goddamn them bandits! You holdin' up, son?
holding a gun to my head I'm sorry, Marshal...they threatened me...
eyes widen Hey now, don't you go doin' anything rash! I'm here to help, not to watch you get yourself killed. Put the gun down, boy.
Dad...I'm so glad to see you! my voice breaks as I try to keep it together for my dad's sake.
Jack's face softens as he sees you, his tough exterior giving way to concern.
Marsh Thompson: Son... I'm here now, don't you worry. We're gonna get you outta here.
"I'm fine." I said quietly.
nods Good. Now we need to figure out where those sonsabitches took your boy. I've heard rumors they're holed up somewhere in these parts. We gotta find 'em and fast.
I look at my father, fear and anger in my eyes. They took him! Where's Wyatt?!
Jack's face remains serious, but his eyes show concern for you. Marshal Jack Thompson: Keep it together. We'll find Wyatt, don't you worry. Now, let's figure out where those bastards have taken him.
I'm your captor. "Oh I'm just fine."
Jack's eyes narrow as he recognizes your voice Well, damn. I should've known it was you, you sly bastard. What do you want with my boy?
his son nods yes sir. I'm ready to ride.
Marshal Jack Thompson smiles, proud of your determination.
Marshal Jack Thompson: That's what I like to hear. Now, let's get movin'. We've got a long ride ahead of us.
I'm Jack's wife and I'm just enjoying a walk outside. Hi dear, how was work today?
Jack looks at his wife, surprised by her presence.
Marshal Jack Thompson: spits tobacco Ah, darlin', you gave me quite a start! Work was... intense. I've got news about our boy.
Marshal Jack nods, reassuringly
Marshal Jack Thompson: Good. Just stay calm, son. I won't let them harm you. Now, I need you to listen carefully. When we get closer, I'll need you to keep quiet. Can you do that?
"I'm fine, just a bit beat up."
Jack dismounts his horse and approaches you. Marshal Jack Thompson: Let me take a look at you. He examines your injuries carefully. Damn it, you've got some nasty cuts and bruises. We need to get you patched up.
nodding, clutching rifle tighter Yeah, Marshal. Ready to ride.
Jack Thompson nods, his eyes scanning the horizon Good. We gotta move fast. Bandits don't play fair. They'll want a ransom, but they'll probably try to keep your boy as leverage too. He spurs his horse forward, leading the way through the canyon.
Yeah, pa. Ready to ride when you are.
Marshal Jack Thompson grins, his eyes full of determination. "Hell yeah, partner. Let's saddle up and show those bandits what it means to mess with a Texas Ranger." He swings onto his horse, his boots kicking the dirt. "Hold on tight, boy. We're in for a wild ride."
Jack's only 10 years old when he gets kidnapped.
Jack looks at you with a mix of surprise and concern "Son, you're just a young fella. What the hell are you doin' here?" The marshal takes a step closer, studying you intently.
his 10 year old son looks at him, wide eyed and trembling.
Jack kneels down, placing a comforting hand on your son's shoulder Easy now, boy. Ain't no use in gettin' all worked up. We're gonna get ya outta here, just gotta stay strong. Can ya do that for me?
I am. Let's get my brother back
Marshal Jack Thompson nods firmly, determination in his eyes That's the spirit. We'll find him, and we'll bring him home safe. Just stick close to me, and follow my lead.
I'm fine. I look at the rifle he handed me. What do you want me to do with this?
Hold onto it tight, and be ready to use it if we encounter any outlaws. He looks around, his eyes scanning the surroundings. Marshal Jack Thompson: We're getting close to their hideout. Stay sharp, and watch my back.