These stories first appeared in Hunt's Book of Weapons, an in-game collection of found documents curated by an unknown researcher. They are replicated here in their original format. This means that many of the stories are not presented chronologically, or in one grouping, and it is left to the reader to put together the puzzle pieces and determine to what extent they contain fact, fiction, or fable.

Prior to the launch of Hunt: Showdown 1896, this weapon was named the Scottfield Model 3. We have updated the names where relevant, but you may still see the more period accurate names within the lore texts.

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Scottfield

SCOTTFIELD MODEL 3 (See also REVOLVERS, UNIQUE WEAPONS) A break-action handgun originally patented in Europe around 1858. This gun relies on a hinge pin that joins the receiver and barrel together which can allow the two pieces to be separated for storage and travel. Unhinging the revolver exposes the breech and allows individual bullets to be added to the barrel. An owner who manages their ammo and times their shots can use the Scottfield Model 3 to pin down an opponent with continuous gunfire in a fight.

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Clippings from the New Orleans True Crescent
Authors: Unknown
Newsprint, variable sizes

July 3, 1894

BODY FOUND IN THE STREETS. Around 8 o'clock this morning the errand runners and job goers of Lawson were shocked to find the body of a young man dead in the middle of the street near Goddard Docks. Based on witness testimony and police reports, the body had holes of various sizes from the neck down and the eyes gouged out. Police are looking for any information on who this young man and his attacker could be.

September 28, 1895

THE LOUISIANA SLUGGER STRIKES AGAIN. Four more bodies appeared in New Orleans as police continue the search for the now infamous Louisiana Slugger. With a calling card of four metal slugs, the murderer seems to have no preferred target, killing people of all sexes, ages, and faiths. The authorities have asked that the citizens of the area to stay vigilant in keeping themselves safe as they continue to hunt down this ruthless killer. The Louisiana Slugger is alleged to have killed 27 people so far.

October 17, 1895

THE SLUGGER'S FINAL GAL. The people of New Orleans can finally breathe a sigh of relief as police have arrested the Louisiana Slugger. One Anna Lane Croix was able to escape her would-be killer after slipping out of her restraints and beating her assailant unconscious. She then ran to the police and took them to his hideout. Many were shocked to discover that the Louisiana Slugger was none other than Damien Moreau of the Moreau Family, landowners, and members of the New Orleans upper class. Damien was known for his charm, good looks, and gun collection. Police currently have him in custody and awaiting trial.

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Interview with Mr. Damien Moreau
Interviewer: New Orleans Constable
Date: October 18th, 1895
Typewritten, questions omitted(...), 8.5" x 11"

Yes sir, it was me. Not much use hiding it now since she can still speak. Though I will admit it took you all much longer to catch me. Just what was all my tax money going to?

Constable, have you ever felt a bullet wound? Now I'm not talking about the feeling of getting shot. I'm asking if you've ever let yourself touch one. Let yourself sink your finger into the hole a slug makes and dig around inside. Feel how hot the muscle and fat get to the touch and maybe even feel the prick of broken bone on your fingertip.

It even feels different depending on the person. An athletic young man's muscles tighten around your fingers more than, say, an old woman who needs to use a cane. If you work hard enough you can work your hand right through the arm of a small child, they're easier to make bigger holes into with just your bare hands. And the screams? Well of course a woman makes a lovelier sound, but everyone has a beautiful voice when they're begging for mercy.

You can't really find people willing to let you…experiment the way I want to, and I've been wanting to for a long time. I knew the police would come knocking if I started so I decided to have my fun, the state of Louisiana being what it is. The title and the fascination of the papers was a nice bonus.

You can call it sick all you want, sir. I just know what I like.

Scottfield Incendiary Ammo

RN: After the trial, the wife of one of the killers victims attempted to assassinate the defendant on the court steps. She'd selected incendiary ammunition for the job, reasoning that she'd wanted to burn a hole through him, and leave him no satisfying wounds.

Scottfield Brawler

SCOTTFIELD MODEL 3 BRAWLER. (See also, SCOTTFIELD MODEL 3) The Scottfield Model 3 Brawler modification is essentially a knuckleduster welded onto the revolver grip, serving as a hand guard, and enabling the pistol to be used extremely effectively in close combat. Should the owner find themselves in a position in which firing a shot is no longer viable, then the knuckledusters serve to effectively concentrate the force of a punch. The shortened barrel of this Scottfield variation allows for better handling of the gun during a hand-to-hand fight but causes the weapon to lose accuracy for this purpose.

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Journal of Lulu Bassett
Brown leather with gold filigree 5" x 7"
Date Unknown

I'm no stranger to disappointing men, but lately they've been showing up in droves. The saloon's been full of the truly vulgar type, and few of them like to pay. I've had to pull out my gun on a few bastards to get whatever's left in their wallet. This job was never easy, but I liked it well enough. With the new Johns in town, I'm not sure it's worth it anymore.

But there are always treasures among the trash. For every man I've had to deal with, I've met beautiful and powerful women. One has caught my eye. Never stepped foot into the Saloon, just stands outside and watches. I tried speaking to her once but all she did was stare at me like a fox about to eat a rabbit. God, I'd let her. From then on whenever she came, I'd catch her watching me.

Thomas Glover came into the saloon, an okay man. He got drunk enough for two and was causing a ruckus in the bar, enough to make Jacobi cut him off and kick him out. I watched him stumble into an alley and then I saw that woman follow him. Got me curious and a bit jealous, so I decided to follow too.

When I got there, I saw Thomas taking a gun to the woman's face. A Scottie with dusters made to hurt. Before he could hit her again, I got behind him and started talking soft to calm him down. It didn't work and as he pulled back to punch the woman with the Scottie, his elbow met my face. Seemed like he was about to mumble out an apology when quick as a flash she got in close and took the gun from him.

Time began to move real slow right as she landed the hit. As soon as those metal knuckles hit Thomas' nose it popped right open. Right after the blood came the flesh and right after the flesh came the bone.

Thomas was writhing on the ground and the woman knelt by him. She looked up at me with expectation and offered me the Scottie with the dusters. I knelt on the other side of Thomas and started beating him. When he tried to put his hands up to protect himself, she got behind him and held his arms down. We stared at each other as Thomas' poor face began to crunch and squish under my fist. I couldn't hear it over my pounding heart.

Scottfield Dumdum Ammo

RN: Hardin later noted more than half of the bullet wounds were especially unsightly, due to one of the two ladies using Dumdum ammo.

Scottfield FMJ Ammo

RN: From the police reports, their key identification of the killer was his use of distinctive full metal jacket slugs that didn't deform significantly after penetrating the body.

Scottfield Spitfire

SCOTTFIELD MODEL 3 SPITFIRE. (See also, SCOTTFIELD MODEL 3) Although the original Scottfield Model 3 was praised for the many advantages its fully exposed cylinder offered, its weight and barrel length made it an inconvenience in situations that required discretion and great handling. To compensate for such disadvantages, the Spitfire design comes with a shortened barrel that allows it to be easily concealed, and a modified finger rest that offers a higher rate of fire at the cost of accuracy.

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Interview with Julia de Guerra
Interviewer: Wayne Hardin

Date: June 17, 1895

Hardin: Before we begin, please state your full name and the reason for your presence in the Sheriff's Office at the time of the incident.

Guerra: Julia de Guerra. I was appointed as translator to the interrogation conducted by late deputy Howard J. Poulin. The suspect didn't speak English, and he assumed she was a fugitive travelling from the south.

Hardin: Thank you. Tell me more about this suspect.

Guerra: She hardly spoke. Even when she did, she only mumbled and stared at the deputy. She kept her silence even when he grabbed his tools and…

Hardin: Miss Guerra, I remind you that your statements are being transcribed, please be mindful as to what kind of information you share. We wouldn't want you to get into trouble, would we?

Guerra: I understand, Sheriff. The deputy needed a translator. That was the reason for my presence in the Sheriff's Office.

Hardin: Thank you. Now please continue.

Guerra: Yes, the suspect. She was silent, and terrifying I must say, looked like a corpse, an expressionless, lifeless bag of bones. Her face was covered with deep scars, and her eyes, Dios mío! Her eyes, like two gates into the abyss. The deputy wanted to know where she had come from and asked about the murdered men. It seemed like she didn't understand, maybe she ignored him, but didn't say a word even when he mentioned her accomplice.

Hardin: Her accomplice?

Guerra: Yes. The deputy had heard from the townsfolk that she'd been seen with a woman near the Saloon. I don't remember the name, but when he dared say it, sus ojos... Her eyes grew even darker, the room grew silent, a chill ran down my spine. The deputy, he froze in fear, couldn't even turn around when the door was kicked open and a woman appeared in the doorway, holding a revolver with a short barrel in each hand. She smiled, so did the suspect, they looked at each other while she emptied her guns on him and the transcriber in just a few seconds, but she spared me. She looked happy, Sheriff, thrilled even, her eyes were glowing with a twisted joy. She untied the suspect, they embraced each other, and finally she spoke: "Está aquí. Mi Santa Muerte."

Hardin: And what does that mean?

Guerra: She's here. My Lady of Death.

Scottfield Precision

SCOTTFIELD MODEL 3 PRECISION. (See also, SCOTTFIELD MODEL 3) The Scottfield Model 3 Precision is a typical break-action handgun with a sturdy pistol stock. This allows it to be supported in the crook of the shoulder and guarantees much greater stability and accuracy.

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Journal of Lulu Bassett
Lightly worn, brown leather with gold filigree 5" x 7"
Date Unknown

I could write a damn sonnet about all the things I want to do with this woman. Anyone who dies to the bullets from her gun are lucky that she's the last thing they see. Even watching her take a swig from a flask by the fire is enough to make my heart race and by hell's fire she knows it. She catches me staring, I can't help it, and the left side of her mouth moves up ever so slightly. If she'd let me, I would kiss that smirk right off her beautiful face.

I joke with her that we're married, we took the vow to join the Hunt together after all, and that she'll never be rid of me. I think she gets the idea of what I'm saying, and she just holds my chin in her fingers and looks at me for a while. It drives me mad. When the hell is she just gonna kiss me? When can I take her to the bed and do more than sleep? I want to see that stoic silent face scream for me. I wish I knew enough of her language to tell her how she makes me feel, I wish I could tell her how much I need her.

Sofia saved me again today. My angel and moon and stars. She was away from me for a moment, that's all it took, when that bastard Billy and his crew caught sight of me. Thought that they could get a taste right in the middle of the damn Hunt. I thought I could talk my way out of it like usual, but Billy is a special breed. Before I knew it, one of his friends had taken the stock of his Scottfield to the back of my head and my arms were pinned to the ground. I could barely make out anything in the black except for Billy getting on top of me. He had the butt of that gun to my neck, but then like an angel of death, she was right there behind him. Didn't even see her slice his greasy throat as I came to my senses and grabbed the Scottfield. The one who was holding my hands ran and I buried the muzzle of their gun deep down the throat of the last one alive. His eyes begged for mercy, but I granted him none.

That night by the campfire, I opened my arms to ask Sofia to let me hold her. I was shaken, out of anger, out of what could have been. She walked over to me and let me hold her. She was shaking too, for what reason I don't know why, but when she put her ear to my chest the shaking stopped. Maybe she needs me too.

Scottfield High Velocity Ammo

RN: Some writings note that Hardin was later seen working with the killers he was chasing. Was he always intending to recruit them? Or did his priorities simply change?

Scottfield Swift

SCOTTFIELD MODEL 3 SWIFT. (See also, SCOTTFIELD MODEL 3) The Scottfield Model 3 Swift is in effect a regular Scottfield Model 3 that takes advantage of a simple device with a great benefit. Said device, circular in form, can hold six rounds that can be released together once inserted into the exposed and fully emptied cylinder. This allows the wielder to spend less time and effort when reloading the gun even in quick succession.

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Interview with George P. Tolsten.
Interviewer: Wayne Hardin

July 5, 1895

Hardin: Please state your full name and occupation for the record.

Tolsten: George Peter Tolsten, ranch hand.

Hardin: Thank you. Now, you told me you had information on the shootout that took place in Lower DeSalle last week, is that true?

Tolsten: Yessir, I was down by the Saloon when it happened.

Hardin: And why were you involved in the shootout?

Tolsten: Well, I just followed the boss, sir, the ranch owner, I swear. Told us we'd get double wage if we'd follow him. He'd been on edge since the murder near the Saloon, you know, after what happened to that Glover feller. Said they was looking for him too.

Hardin: Who did he think was looking for him?

Tolsten: I ain't sure, sir. Mayhap one of them DeSalle boys, I reckoned. I'd heard they had a bone to pick with the boss, but… I don't know nothin' bout that.

Hardin: It doesn't matter, you're not here to tell me about your boss or his business.

Tolsten: Yessir, the shooting. Was a real butchery, bullets flew like mosquitos in the bayous. In a minute, three of our men was lying dead on the dirt, them boys looked like strainers with all the bullet holes. I didn't move a limb, was scared; there's mouths I need to feed, sir, and I ain't got no reason to bite the dust soon, no I don't.

Hardin: How many were they? How many men did you fight that day?

Tolsten: Men? No sir, there weren't no men there 'cept our boys, no DeSalle boys neither, they was two ladies firing two Scotties, and oh boy did they fire real fast. Now I ain't no gunslinger, sir, but I know you can't reload a Scotty just in a few seconds. But them ladies kept firing, took 'em only a moment to reload.

Hardin: Strange. Did you see the women?

Tolsten: Yessir I did, one of 'em was the whore the folks've been talkin' bout, who gone missing not long ago. And the other… Lord, the other was a scary looking lady, seemed madder than a wet hen behind the veil she was wearing. When the boys were dead, the whore dragged the boss away, while the other approached the bodies holding a dark knife in her hand. She stabbed 'em in the eyes and carved something on their foreheads, whispering, then she licked the blade clean.

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