In an empty field west of Blackwater stood a small, quiet farm. The two owners were a couple of two husbands, Arthur and Kieran. They had married and stayed in the United States after the Van der Linde gang broke up. Each member went their separate ways, except for Dutch and a few others who refused to let their lived as outlaws die. But in the end, Arthur and Kieran were now happily married and living peacefully on their lovely farm.

Arthur had just finished working with the cows and was heading home, where Kieran was preparing dinner.

Kieran: "Hi, sweetheart. How did the cows behave? Still scared by the storms?"

Arthur: "Yes, sadly... I think that the old Bilma will be the holidays dinner, love."