PROLOGUE

'Scuse me. You Edgar Ross?"

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"Do I know you?"

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"Forgive me for startling you sir but I've got a message for you."

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"My name's Jack Marston - you knew my father"

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"In the corner of the Bullhead sat a young cowboy. His Stetson hat covered his face as he sat in a sleeping position. A red bandana hung around his neck but if you looked closely you could see a dark goatee begging to grow on his face. He wore a jacket that was a yellowish beige. It was a sandish color and was very similar to the jacket worn by an old outlaw he looked up to from what felt like a lifetime ago. His memories of the man were near forgotten but he had seen pictures and remembered a few of the memories that were important.

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"Enjoy your fishing kid... While you still can…"

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"I've come for you Ross."

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"Your father killed himself with the life he lived."

"You killed him! I saw you. You sent him out to do your dirty work and then shot him like a dog!"

"And I'll shoot you like one too if you don't leave now!"

"I ain't goin' anywhere old man…"

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The young cowboy awoke from his dream. He could hear a woman's voice from the center of the room he was in, coming from a bright screen. It was a newscaster on the news channel on the telivision. Apparently Edgar Ross's body still hasn't been found. It's been two months since his murder and the authorities still didn't have the slightest clue of what happened. Ross's family didn't file a missing person's report till a week after he dissapeared while hunting. They won't find him. The river and the local Grimm made sure of that.

Jack looked around at who the fellow passengers were. In one corner was a raven haired girl with a bow on her head that seemed to twitch every now and then. She kept to herself but there was a suspicious air about her he didn't like. Still he doubted she'd be a threat. In another corner were two sisters chatting away loudly. It was a bit annoying. Not too far away from them was a blonde boy who was ready to vomit. Among the prodigies, warriors, athletes, weirdos and rich kids on board he certainly didn't belong. The outlaw's son hoped he wouldn't be on the same team with any of the people here. A team of him just by himself would be very nice.

Four days after Jack Marston's duel with Ross he met a huntsman who reeked of alcohol. He claimed to have met the boy's father years ago and convinced him to become a professional huntsman when he learned the boy was planning on becoming a bounty hunter. Bounty hunters were almost extinct nowadays as the world had become too civilized to need them. Cities and villages would rather relay on the police forces or liscensed huntsmen than deal with some random stranger with a gun. Becoming a huntsman or huntress also came with plenty legal benefits and supposedly the pay was more consistent. To seal the deal the smelly drunk also was friends with the headmaster of Beacon Academy, the most well respected school on the planet and would recomend him since he was homeschooled most his life and never trained at a school.

So now Jack Marston was becoming a huntsman. His parents would have wanted him to become a writer or rancher. So would Uncle and Uncle Arthur. But they were all dead now and he was the only one left. The members of Dutch Van Der Linde's gang had all been dead for years. Whether from infighting, the Pinkertons or rival gangs, he was all that remained. And with Ross gone he was the only one who knew the truth. He contemplated becoming an outlaw after his ma passed away but to do so would be an insult to her memory as well as everyone who were sacrificed so he could live an honest life. So he would become a huntsman to make up for what he did by getting revenge and maybe release him of the guilt he felt despite feeling no remorse nor regret for his actions.

This is the 3rd time I've tried uploading this fic so if it doesn't work I'll probably give up on making this story. I don't know how often I will update this fic. The website really isn't mobile friendly, Sorry for how short the chapter is I'll try to make the next one longer. 99% of the stuff on this site sucks and is super cringey but I'm going to try to make a good well written story. Jack is an underrated character and while there are a million fics of an edgy morally ambiguos anti hero joining RWBY, I chose Jack because westerns are super cool and I figured he'd have interesting interactions with Weiss, Blake and also a lot of the villains. He also has room to grow as a person so character development will be fun. Please favorite, follow, or/and leave a review