The night had come across Silver Creek, and the Williams house seemed to be quieter than ever. Grim, lying on his lit, observes the ceiling used by time. The words of his father, the pain of the previous days, and his own dream of freedom turned in loop in his mind. Unable to sleep, he decides to get up.

His steps lead him to the attic, a place rarely explored, filled with dust and forgotten objects. Grim pushed the creaky hatch and climbed inside, lighting a small oil lamp that he had swept away.

The attic was organized chaos, filled with old trunks, damaged furniture, and memories of another era. His eyes were attracted to a leather trunk, marked with the seal "J.W." - The initials of his uncle, Joseph Williams. Grim hesitates, but curiosity prevailed.

He opened the trunk carefully and discovered a collection of fascinating objects:

An old cowboy hat used.

A belt with a revolver engraved with eagle patterns.

A notebook of notes and letters attached carefully by a string.

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Grim took the notebook and began to read. Through the pages, he discovers the story of his uncle: his days of glory as a cowboy, his legendary exploits, but also the betrayal that had led him to prison. Joseph had been trapped by a former jealous ally, and this betrayal had broken the Williams family.

The letters also revealed a more personal aspect: the admiration that Joseph brought to his brother Robert, before their relationship deteriorated. A sentence particularly attracts Grim's attention:

"A man is not defined by what he has, but by what he is ready to defend. Never forget that, my nephew.

This quote echoes him. He realized that his uncle had left much more than a material heritage - he had bequeathed principles, a way of life, and a quest for justice which sounded deeply in Grim.

As he put the notebook, Grim felt a mixture of anger and determination. He understood that his father had voluntarily buried the heritage of Joseph, perhaps by shame, or by jealousy. But for Grim, it was not only a discovery - it was a mission.

In the darkness of the attic, he murmured for himself:

"If no one wants to wear this inheritance, then I will do it. In my own way.

He was a turning point. Grim was no longer a simple young man dreaming of escape. He became a man determined to face the shadows of his past and to trace his own path.