Disclaimer: I own nothing! (Unfortunately) Everything belongs to Rockstar! (Most of this is from the game, but like I said, I own nothing)

A/N: Okay, You guys enjoyed my last RDR fanfiction so here is another one. I hope you enjoy it! (Also I don't have bad grammar, I'm just making it sound more like the west)

Poisonous dynamite

Chapter 1. Poisonous dynamite.

"One of them machines can turn men into angels!" John gazed down, he was secretly amazed by what his son was saying, but he remained stoic.

"One of those machines can turn men into angels…"
"John come here" The voice of Uncle aggressively echoed thought-out the farm. "John come here quick!" John obeyed and casually walked towards uncle, accompanied by Jack. The old man shoved a rusty telescope into his hands.
"Take a look at that" He ordered. The light of the sun that was already beating down upon almost blinded John, but he could still see what Uncle wanted him to. Men, hundreds of them, most on foot and armed with deadly killing machines.
"Jack go inside and lock all the doors, no matter what happens don't come outside! You hear me? What ever happens!" Jack backed away, with terror mutating his face.

"Okay…."
"Come 'ere, Son" Jack obeyed. John threw his arms around his son and squeezed him tightly. "What ever happens keep the doors locked and your mother inside! Promise me, Son! Promise me!" Jack's voice was shaky. "Who is it, Pa?"

"Just some old 'Friends', Me and Uncle will take care of it. Now you go inside and keep the doors and the windows locked!"
"I hear you" Jack repeated his actions and backed away.

"Then run!" John blared.
"Yeah run, Boy" Uncle's gazed was fixed upon their oncoming threat.

"Well, Old man, looks like things is about to get settled once and for all"
"So it seems…" This was it, it was now or never. Both John and Uncle forced their guns from their holsters and dived for the nearest rock.
"Come on, Old man, I'm gonna need you to help me out here!" Gun shots violently soared past them-narrowly missing their faces. John had been in many gun fights like this, but this one was by far the most terrifying. His family was in even more danger, and he blamed himself, but he would fight for his family until his last breath. The soldiers gradually drew closer and closer, John lay his riffle on the cross-grained boulders and aimed. He destroyed the first few easily with some gruesome head-shots. "I wont let you take them again!" He cried out!

"What they hell do they want, John?!" Uncle got no answer.

"It's me you want! Not them!" There were even more of them now, maybe more than they could handle and they were coming from all angles. John gambled, and fired a dozen bullets into the distance-and to his delight, screams echoed out afterwards. That was it, they were gone-well the first wave was gone. But there would be more.
"Get inside, John, I'll keep watch out here!" John hesitated for a moment, but then bolted towards the house. "Get in there! They'll be more comin'!" John shoved the door and was shocked that Jack had neglected to lock it.

"What are we goin' to do now?" Abigail was trembling.

"What's wrong?! What's happening?!" Cried Jack. He rushed toward his father, gun in hand.

"Stay inside, you hear? Like I said!" John ordered sternly. "They'll be more coming!" Abigail tried her best to hold Jack back, but he refused to leave his Pa and he sped out of the house-leaving his mother on her own. John was horrified to his son putting his life in such danger, and as much as he wanted to argue and force his son back into the safety of the house, he knew all too well that it wouldn't work.

"Pa? What do they want?"

"I dunno, Son. But whatever it is, it end here!" They both stood on the porch, aiming their riffles as the next wave of soldiers flooded towards them on horseback.

"Oh, Look how many there are! They're gonna kill us aren't they?!" Jack shivered and his voice shook with fear.

"No! I ain't gonna let that happen!" John tried his best to reassure his son and calm him, but he failed. He really hated himself for putting his family at such a risk. Anger pulsed through John's veins, he was determined to make sure this was the last time he would be bothered by these sons of bitches! He angrily reloaded and took out half a dozen men and horses. He repeated his actions over and over, and he never failed. But there was a certain death that he didn't cause, Blood poured from Uncle's chest and he collapsed on the ground.

"Uncle!" Jack cried out as he rushed to the old man's side. "Are you alright?!" Uncle wriggled around and slammed himself against the wall and just about sat upright while Jack continued to fire-and this time, he succeeded in hitting his target.

"Dammit, I'm hit!" He groaned. John continued to murder the invading soldiers-completely unaware of the death that was taking place meters away from him. He took a few more lives before realising what was happening to Uncle.

"Hang in there, Uncle! I'm gonna get you out of here safe!"

"There ain't time, John. I ain't gonna make it of this porch anyhow…Take Jack and Abi-" Uncle coughed violently, he knew that his time was rapidly running out. "Take them and don't worry about me. Get 'em out of here-" And that was it, The old man collapsed completely. He was dead.

"No! Uncle please!" Jack screamed. John held two fingers to Uncle's neck before shaking his head. "Oh my god! They killed him!"

"Come on, Son, Ain't nothing we can do for him now!" John rose to his feet and made his way into the house. He put his arm around his wife and stared at her. "We're leaving the farm. I'll watch from the silo. You two go to the barn and get the horses ready!"

"John-"
"I'll meet you there!" As they rushed out they front door Abigail's heart sank as she saw the lifeless remains of Uncle. She bent down next to him and bowed her head before sprinting towards the barn with Jack and John.

"Quick this way!" Shouted Jack.

"We're gonna head for the barn!"

"There's more coming down the hill!" Jack warned.

"God dammit!" Jack was right, there was, but John was surprised how little the number of them was, he had expected hundreds, but instead he only got dozens. Maybe he was about to win, maybe they were giving up. There was only one way to find out. He steadily aimed his riffle once again and took out at least half of them in one round.

"There's more where that came from!" He taunted. As John shimmied away from the wagon that played the role as his shield, he was stunned by how close the remaining soldiers were, maybe a few meters away, but this was also an advantage as he could easily take them out, and he did.

"Stay away from my family!" he warned any remaining predators. There was silence, but John knew it wasn't over yet. He snatched as much ammo as he could and prepared for the next wave that cam from behind him. Only around ten remained-most of which were killed by Jack and Abigail, John joined them near the house and helped destroy the remaining few.

"Alright you're covered! Now Go! Go!" He ordered them, and they easily obeyed and rushed towards the barn. Silence re-entered the land as they stood at the barn door. But there was a part of John that knew that a large amount of fighting still lay ahead.

"Come on" John panted, leading an athletic skewbald towards them. "Now listen, Jack, Darlin' get on this horse and get outta here and go find a place to hide!" Jack swiftly mounted the horse while Abigail received a rough leg-up.

"You're coming with us, Pa" Demanded Jack.

"I'll catch up. Now, Keep riding and don't look back! Don't be worrying about me, you hear? Now get goin'"

"You stay out of trouble, John" Abigail warned, trying to lighten the mood slightly.

"Ain't no trouble, Abigail. Ain't no trouble" John gently pulled her down by the shoulder and kissed her tenderly.

"I love you"
"I love you" She replied with tears filling her eyes.

"No go!" He yelled as he gave the stallion a firm slap on the rump. In response, it whinnied sharply and bolted away from the barn and disappeared into the distance. John's breathing became heavy and his heart raced. He had head footsteps, there was more of them. He pushed the opposite door open just an inch and there they were, around 20 men armed with humungous guns. His mind went blank, If he went out there and fought them face-to-face he would surly die. His head was spinning and he knew he didn't have much time, eventually they would barge in and destroy him.

"Dynamite" He whispered. "Dynamite!" That was it! He removed his bag and pulled out his shortest stick of dynamite. He sparked the match and held it to the fuse. The door was still slightly open and he bombarded the bastards with it. He took cover in a pen before the ground shook and the dynamite erupted. He waited patiently, and everything was silent. He'd done it! He'd won! Now they can finally live in peace without any worries at all. He rushed out of the barn a whistled his Kentucky saddler towards him. He felt better knowing that he could reach Abigail quickly while riding his honey-gold stallion. He swiftly mounted and was about to kicked his mount on when he heard several gunshots.

"Abigail!" He blared. He smashed his heels into his stallions ribs and set off in a flat out gallop. The wind stabbed his face and made it hard for him to keep his eyes open, but nothing would stop him, nothing! He had to find Abigail and Jack, He had to make sure they were okay. In the blur of the horizon he saw a spot of brown and white trotting around. It was Jack's horse standing alone without any riders. No! They couldn't be dead! How could they be, they had escaped and John had killed them all. But his worst fears had come true, Abigail and Jack lay in dust covered in blood. John rolled off his mount and lay beside them. His heart was breaking, his family were dead, he couldn't save them, he failed them. Extreme sadness and depression swelled within him and were let out when hundreds of tears erupted from John's eyes and attacked his face. He lay there with them hugged their lifeless bodies. He Didn't think he could survive without them, they were all he had, but there was no way he would leave them here. As he stood up he pulled them up with him. He tightened his grip around there bodies and dragged them down the hill.

John had found a small hill overlooking the farm, he had buried Abigail, Jack and Uncle next to each other and carved out wooden headstones, each with names, dates and a short message that expressed his love for all of them. He sat there in the pouring rain beside them, he was alone. He really hated himself, it was his fault that they were dead, he couldn't save them. He felt that he should have sacrificed himself there and then, then maybe they would have left them alone. He was close to putting his pistol in his mouth but part of him felt that he should stay alive, avenge the bastard that killed them. But he couldn't stay here, he couldn't bare to live somewhere with so many memories. There was only one place he could go, MacFarlane's ranch.