Tumbel (Volume 1) Welcome To Darkwater

The world known as Tumbel where a place where outlaws and strange creatures roamed the lands causing problems for innocent people. But that would soon come to an end when The World Pinkerton Agency simply known as WPA. This organization was able to wipe out the outlaws on the West Tumbel Continent, but this did not stop new outlaws from coming about some worse than the old ones.

In the city of Grand, The City is known as the Biggest City of West Tumbel where a robbery took place by three masked robbers. The Pinkertons give them a good chase before they see what seems to be a betrayal when one of the robbers is shot and falls off his horse. This briefly confused them, but they continued to chase the other two. But unknown to everyone this robber who had just got shot. His story was about to begin.

Five Years Later.

The town of Darkwater is small, but of course, there is a large lake with the same name. This has made the town known for its fishing and catches, such as Darkwater Bass. In a Pub in this town, three WPA Agents two men and a young woman were talking about a job.

“Alright, rookie it’s time we get started on your first mission,” said The First Agents.

He was talking to a woman. She had long black hair braided with a red string. Her skin was light-colored, and her eyes were hazel-colored. She wore a rancher uniform made of a dark purple flannel shirt, dark jeans, and leather boots. She was in disguise for the mission. Her name is Abigail Whitman, but some call her Abby.

“Alright, I am ready,” said Abigail.

“That’s what we like to hear, Abby,” said The Second Agent.

“You are to work as a ranch hand to watch over its owner, Liam Antrim. He is a former outlaw that robbed that bank five years ago,” said The First Agent. “Be careful, he could be still dangerous.”

“Yes, Sir,” said Abigail.

She then heads out for the ranch that Liam owns.

Abigail would walk up to the front gate where a young man. He was an average-sized man who stood a little under six foot. He had scraggly brown hair, light-colored skin with a slight tan, and a scar over his nose. He had blue eyes. He wore a navy-blue shirt with dark blue jeans with leather straps that kept his pants up. He had brown leather cowboy boots on. This was Liam Antrim, former Outlaw, now Rancher.

“Howdy, Miss Whitman. I am Liam a pleasure to meet you,” said Liam.

“Huh?” questioned Abigail with shock since she did not know Liam was so young.

“Is there a problem, Miss?” questioned Liam.

“Oh, it just I did not know you were this young for an owner,” said Abigail.

“Ah, thanks miss. I will take it as a compliment,” said Liam. “So, let me show you around the ranch then.”

Liam would then show her around his ranch, and they would work with the other workers until the end of the workday.

They returned to the gate.

“Alright, I hope it was not a rough day for you, Abby,” said Liam.

“Not at all,” said Abigail. “It was easy compared to what we did at the academy.” She thought.

They would see a man walk up to the gate. He wore what looked like a sheriff’s uniform. He was a middle-aged man. He was bald with light-colored skin under a cowboy hat with a sheriff medal on it. He had brown eyes and a black with a hint of gray mustache. This was the sheriff of Darkwater, Robert Cassidy.

“Ah, good afternoon, Robert,” said Liam.

“Howdy, Liam. Everything is going well?” asked Robert.

“Yes sir, I was just showing my new ranch hand around,” said Liam.

“Hello, I am Abigail Whitman,” said Abigail.

“Ah, yes that reminds me. The Pinkertons are in town, Liam,” said Robert. “I think they came to check on you.”

“Well, if they show up, I will offer them coffee then,” said Liam.

“They rather have you be spied on,” said Robert. He would then hand Abigail a folder.

“What?” questioned Abigail.

“This should be able to clear, what Liam has been doing for the last five years and how he had paid his debt to clear his name if it were not too much trouble I would like to be talked to before your boys do anything in my town,” said Robert.

“Damn, I was already found out,” Abigail in thought.

“What Abby is a Pinkerton?” questioned Liam. “I guess it’s back to looking for a new ranch hand.”

“I’m sorry I have decided on you,” said Abigail.

“It’s alright, you were doing your job,” said Liam. “I have no plans to return to my old outlaw life.”

“That right, Liam here is a changed man. Bring that to your superior’s young miss and it may even get you a raise,” said Robert. Abigail then leaves the ranch.

“Well, I guess it’s time to make dinner,” said Liam. Scratching the back of his head with his left hand.