"Do you not have a brain in that thick skull of yours boy?!" A tall ginger man shouts, before him a young boy, just barely able to call himself a man, his head hung down in shame. "It was an honest mistake, really!" Maverick replies, his tone shakey in nature as he tries to pull himself together, he was never much for courage.
Maverick grew up a poor farm hand, working for scrapes and just enough money to pay his way, with no family left he stuck by all he knew, his home town and the rich farmers who would employ him from time to time, though when winter fell and the crops would die off he would resort to petty crime and any work that paid even the smallest sums, nothing was off limits, and no job too dangerous for a young man wearing a veil of deceitful courage.
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