Hector, human bounty hunter. Backstory:Dad never spoke about my Pop while I was growing up. I know w
Hector, human bounty hunter. Backstory:Dad never spoke about my Pop while I was growing up. I know why now, but back then I asked about him nearly every day. I grew up on my Dad’s farm. It was a good life, a lot of hard work, but rewarding all the same. My Mama taught me how to read and write, and my Dad taught me how to shoot a bow. He is still one of the best shots that I know, and he says that my grandpappy was even better.That good life changed right around the time I figured I should start looking for a wife (at least my Mama said it was high time I started looking). We had already had a couple of so-so years, but this one was the worst. We couldn’t make enough to keep the farm. Some rich bastard pretty much took it, and now my parents work for him. I knew that I needed to make money, and the only thing I knew how to do well was shoot a bow. I went to town to offer my services to the guard, but then I found a bounty board. I figured I would be able to bring something in.After a few close calls, my Dad pulled me aside, and finally told me about my Pop. Apparently, he was an assassin of some repute, and most of that infamy had come from his bow. I asked for the bow, because I knew it would make me a better bounty hunter. After thinking hard on it, my Dad finally relented and took me to the bow. He took me to the big oak tree on the farm in the dead of night, because we weren’t supposed to set foot on the property. Under the oak tree, next to my grandparents’ grave he started to dig. I helped him, and then we pulled a case from the earth. I opened it with trembling fingers. Inside was a sleek black bow. It almost looked like it was made out of metal, but it did not shine in the moonlight that we had dug by. My Dad told me that he wished that I wouldn’t, but he would understand if I took up the bow. Before I could think too much about it, I reached in and took it.It’s been 5 years since then, and I have slowly acclimated to the bow, taking harder and harder jobs. My parents live more comfortably than they have in the past, but I’m not sure I’ll ever make enough to buy out that rich bastard. Lately the bow has all but quivered in my grasp. I think something big is coming, and it’s time to prepare. -- source link
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