You knew that Dutch and Hosea’s plan to play both sides of this awful feud wasn’t going to end well…you just didn’t know it’d be you paying the price.

You and Arthur had a beautiful child. Just a bit younger than Jack, they’d gone down the ocean front together to pick flowers while you did laundry.

Ten minutes after they left, you were just about to go get them when Jack came back. Alone. Stating that two men on horseback had come and taken her.

Before you knew it you were being held back from your horse by Dutch, Hosea and a few of the women trying to calm you down as you shouted for them to let you go find those sons of bitches and get your baby back.

Finally Arthur returned, immediately running in without even hitching his horse when he heard your shouts. A flash of both anger and worry hit him when he saw you struggling against Dutch, having just come back from the encounter with the Grays in Rhodes.

“What the hell is goin’ on?” He shouted, his fiery eyes on Dutch.