Old Habits.

Right after the work with the bulls, John intervened when a group of riders began harassing Abe. A brutal fist fight broke out where I easily overpowered the opponent until Abigail stopped the violence. The next day, John reflected on his exhaustion while performing chores around the ranch stables.

When I was done with the bulls work, another mission started right after that. John noticed some riders were having trouble with Abe near the center of the ranch.

I walked towards them to see what the problem was. John found one of the riders was scaring Abe by shooting his gun around the man's feet. It was a cruel display of power that made Abe jump in fear, and John knew he could not just stand by and watch this happen.

On reaching there, John asked the man to leave Abe alone immediately. The rider did not take kindly to the interference and came forward to fight me. I started giving him hell, throwing heavy punches to show him that the people on this ranch were not easy targets for his bullying.

While I was doing the fist fighting, I was remembering the last fight of Arthur against Micah. That memory of a much more desperate struggle stayed in the back of my mind. I was actually going easy on the man, but even with me holding back, he still didn't have a chance against me.

So after putting him on the ground with a final blow, I started beating him up on the face. I wanted to make sure he understood that there were consequences for coming onto this land and causing trouble. Every strike felt heavy as I pinned him down in the dirt.

While John kept beating that man up, Abigail came over and stopped the fight before it could get any worse. She pulled John away and checked on the situation. Before the riders were leaving the ranch, they shouted a warning to John, making it clear that this grudge was not over yet.

It was probably the next day after the fight, as John was shown in a new outfit. He was working at the stables alone. The violence of the previous day had faded, but the work of the ranch never seemed to stop for a rest.

He cleaned the stables in the cinematic part of the mission. While he worked with the pitchfork, he said he was tired of this social life and the constant conflict that followed him. The misfortune of the day ended with this quiet, repetitive chore as the sun moved across the sky.