William Brody: From Caravan to Crime and now Justice

This story is about me, William Brody, and what life in Texas so far has been like. You see I came here as a caravan trader, and made a good living off of it. That was until up in North America some lawmen got the funny idea of blind firing into a crowd of protesters, and killed my mother and father in the process. I didn't even get my inheritance! They cheated me out of all of it, and to be quite honest, I was pissed off. I started hating lawmen in general and before i knew it the happy merchant turned into a kidnapping bank robbing lunatic. I racked up 2 offenses, and I still have them on my record. One more and i'm 6 feet under. After helping the famous Keith Hawkins capture another bank robber/terrorist, a man asked me to kill someone. "Do it for pay, you'll be rich!" He exclaimed. I could have, but instead my good friend Akondo and I ran to MacFarlen's to tell the Marshall, and he was found not guilty in the end. Even though that didn't turn out well, I managed to seek out an odd job, in which the man I had ratted out came after us. We hogtied him and are awaiting his trial. I was then welcomed into a group called the Warhawks, run by the Marshall himself, which lives and breathes the law. To think, a few weeks ago I was robbing banks and kidnapping people, and now my chance at redemption. This story teaches a very valuable lesson. For one, some criminals are made from corruption (in the system or in general) and you shouldn't let that happen to yourself. Justice always prevails, and i'm hoping to have my parents' murders looked into soon. Thanks for reading, and I hope you've learned a valuable lesson. I know I have.