FYI: I am not fluent in English, I’m trying to be at least. Sorry for the potentials mistakes. Feel free to correct me in the comment section.
As I lay in this dens bush, the outlaws are drinking, singing indecent lullaby and exposing their latest successful crime like grandiloquent theatric actor with each other. Of course, those horrid story are embellished, coming out off their mouths.
I follow those bandits for two weeks now. They move often, from state to state, making their couple of weeks of stays a time of nightmares for the locals.
Robbing the poor and the rich folks that roam their lands, killing for a few dimes, stealing diligence, bar fights, rapes, you name it.
The reign of terror of those outlaws is coming to an end. The world has changed gentleman !
The United State is starting to hold up to its name and promises. We are uniting. It took time a good amount of death and misery to reach this ideal.
We, Pinkerton, are a federal agency charged to take down criminals who still haven’t understood that this is the end of impunity for those outlaws.
We have the means, we have the mens and the laws and even the President by our side.
The criminals only got their ideal. Wich belong to an ancient and savage era.
Modernity’s on it’s way. No more gunslingers, no more duels in the middle of the street, no more gangs.
Why did I follow those men for two weeks without interfering with their misdemeanor ?
Gathering proof. We want them to hang on nooses. They have to leave this world that don’t want them and, frankly, never needed them either.
As I am watching them laugh and throwing up their cheap moonlights, I just imagine myself putting a rope around their neck.
Sure, maybe a couple a them have some sort of code of conduct but the simple fact that they are riding together prove that they do not belong here either.
Show me your friends and I’ll tell you who you really are.
Those criminals talks about moral but they all are ready to sell their mother for a lighter sentence. The hanging noose, a simple rope frighten those bastards who can kill you for just looking at them the wrong way.
The curious things about those animals it’s that they know we are on to them. They even met us, exchanged fierce firefight with us, but they still think that somehow, we will let them do their crime. They bury their heads in the sand, but they will finish 6 feets under the ground. Well, if someone feels like digging holes for them. I don’t think anybody will go through this hardship for a single one of those maggots.
See, we are on to them. We know, we see, we gather proof, testimony. Their downfall is near. Society is ready… no even better, willing to get rid of them.
I deplore the amount of time we are offering them. They are, in some way, lucky that I am not in charge of their eradication. With me, no trials, just a bullet between the eyes. Quick, simple, effective. That would be the perfect way to end this non-sens.
But I will obey and keep a close watch on those fuckers. Discipline and obedience is key to a civilized society. And I will make sure to look at every single one of their cadavers, spit on them and carry on serving the law, the justice for the emerging and perfect civilisation. For the futur.
The time has come !
Signed : a Pinkerton agent
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