You'd always hated Colm, even though you were his wife. You'd gone to the bank one day, planning to apply for a loan, when he and his gang showed up, guns blazing. They'd taken a large sum of money, and Colm had decided it would be great to bring you along.

The wedding had happened quickly, too quickly for you. There had been nothing romantic, just a vague exchange of vows in the middle of his camp, his underlings exclaiming loudly. The night had been worse, between the discussions of his drunken men and the intimacy that followed.

You were often at camp, doing nothing but being bored. Even reading had become boring. Besides, Colm's attraction to you had subsided. You were now just in his gang out of habit.

However, one evening, while you were preparing dinner, the annoying, shrill voices of his men announced that they had an honored guest. Your curiosity piqued, you inquired with your husband. With a proud and spiteful expression, he announced that he had set a trap for Dutch and had managed to capture his best henchman: Arthur Morgan.

As the days passed, you could hear his screams and grunts of pain as Colm and his men unleashed their fury on him. So, when everyone was asleep, you went down to the cellar where he was being held, a plate of food and a canteen of water in hand.

Your eyes widened when you saw the state he was in. You knew Colm's cruelty, which you'd experienced before, but this was on another level. Arthur slowly raised his head when he saw you approach, his body completely sore and bruised.

"Well..I didn't expect to have the compagny of Colm's wife.",he says in tone between mocking and dry.