Thieve's Landing got the idea of becoming it's own nation. Advised by Alexander Lee, it was a nice little group. I myself was a bounty hunter from Germany, originally born in Russia. Mr. Rogers seemed like a good guy, and I had no targets to pursue, so I followed suite. Things went terribly wrong. A man came from the Sons of Liberty and said we had until morning to stop this secession. The others fled to Rathskeller Fork, while I stayed behind, figuring I could at least assassinate the main man. I was highly outnumbered and one of the natives found me. They took me to the center of town, where my past rival, Mr. Givvens, along with many other armed guards stood there. I was held at gun point and asked "Is the secession still happening?" I replied "Look around. They all left. I'm the only one to stay. This secession is over." Of course I was lying, for after I was let go, I met up with my comrades at The Scratching Post. There they had a captive; it was Hishack, a corrupt business man that had ran for President in the past. We sat there and talked, and we were convinced that the best escape was to Mexico. We let Hishack go, and made it across the border. Lots of Mexicans were around, and I think most of our little group was killed. It's sad to see them go, but my bounty hunter skills helped me to fight my way out. Now i'm living a peaceful life at a Nun Sanctuary called Las Hermanes. Maybe I will return to Texas one day. Maybe not. Only time will tell.
I must help the nuns set up the church now, so I have no more time left. Whoever may discover this, take heed in what you do if you live in Texas. That country isn't for the weak of heart.
Dosvadanya Comrade,
~Vladmir Morozov