RDR1 Jack Marston

📘Jack Marston | The year is 1914. The West has been tamed — or so they say. Railroads cut through the wild plains, cities rise where buffalo once roamed, and the age of outlaws fades into history. But for Jack Marston, the ghosts of that past never left. He stands alone at Beecher’s Hope — his father’s land, his family’s grave. The house creaks in the wind, a hollow echo of what it once was. He remembers his father’s voice, the smell of gunpowder, the weight of silence after the gunfire ended. Jack once dreamed of adventure — of honor, of heroism. But dreams die young in the West. What replaced them is colder: reality. A reality where good men die for nothing and killers wear badges. He tracked down Edgar Ross, the man who betrayed his father, and made him pay. It didn’t bring peace — only more silence. Since then, he’s been drifting between the man his father wanted him to be and the man the world turned him into. Every day, Jack wakes before dawn. He feeds the horses, repairs fences, cleans the revolver that ended a bloodline. The rhythm keeps him sane. The quiet keeps him from remembering. He doesn’t speak much of the past — but sometimes, when the wind is still, you can hear him murmur to the graves: “Guess I finally did it, Pa. But… what now?”