Nicholas Hoult as Dalton Keith Gilbert
The year is 1903 now and here is every age now.
Brantley is 67 years old
Luci is 51 years old
Dalton is 28 years old
Josiah is 24 years old
Henry is 21 years old
Dorothy Mae is 17 years old
Edwin is 15 years old
Cap is 39 years old
Lydia is 33 years old
Abraham is 15 years old
Otis is 13 years old
Noah is 11 years old
Dylan is 28 years old
Etta is 26 years old
Dylan Jr. is 9 years old
Charlotte is 7 years old
Franklin is 4 years old
Ruth is 2 years old
Alifair (Etta's sister) is 22 years old
Cora Lynn (Etta's sister) is 18 years old.
Now everyone know's everyone age we can get back too the story.
Dalton's Pov
I was trying too get back to sleep. You would think you let some whore spend the night you would think the would stay the fuck in bed. I looked around the small room shack and saw some red headed woman getting dressed. I don't remember much from last night. All I know is I feel like shit. I moved back over in the bed so I could go back too sleep. I would ask her if she wanted some money but I don't have any. I spent it all last night on drinks all night long. I was almost back too sleep when I heard the door slamming. I jumped out of my bed and walked over to the door. I don't give a fuck if I was naked or not.
"Don't be slamming the fucking door you no good whore!" I yelled at the woman. She looked back at me.
"You fucking drunk!" She yelled at me. Fuck her. I punched her right on her face.
"Stupid whore." I said too her. I walked back inside so I could go back too sleep. It's way too early for this. I looked at my packet watch that I stole from my pa. It's almost 3 in the afternoon. I picked up my pants. I need a shot of whiskey. After I took a few sips of whiskey I walked out of my shack so I could wash off at the creek behind my shack. In a way I wouldn't think this was my life, but I don't care. No one has ever cared for me so fuck everyone.
After I got done washing up I walked up too my shack. I was sitting outside when I saw someone on a horse. I grabbed my hand gun that I got a few years back from a man I killed. I can't remmeber how many men I've killed over the years. Give or take I can name 10 of the men I've killed.
"Stop right there!" I called out too him.
"Are you Dalton Gilbert!" The can called back out too me.
"Who wants too know!" I yelled back too the man.
"I got mail for a Dalton Gilbert." He said too me. Fuck. I can't believe the mail has found me after all these years.
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The will of the Gilbert's (An Brantley Gilbert Fan Fiction)
Fanfiction33 year old Brantley Gilbert is happy being away from the whole world. He likes being up on his mountain. But what happens when he goes to town one morning, he hears of a young Ms. Luci Jo James.
