With silent, careful steps, your small, bare feet glided across the wooden floor of the barn, inching closer to the edge. You peered over the wall, catching a glimpse of a fierce tableau unfolding before you. In the center stood Sadie, her fiery presence commanding attention. Her voice rang out loud and stern, demanding respect from the O'Driscoll men who had crowded around her and the three men standing behind her.

"Back the hell off, you bastards!" She yelled, her tone leaving no room for negotiation. Her gaze was sharp and unflinching, her figure exuding an aura of strength and resilience. - Dutch, Arthur, and John stood stoically behind her, their hands resting on their guns in a display of steadfast readiness. The men confronting her were bristling, their expressions hardening with every passing moment. The tension in the air thickened, the potential for violence crackling like a coiled snake, just waiting to strike.

The air is suddenly knocked out of your lungs as a rough, calloused hand suddenly clamps over your mouth, muffling your cry of surprise. You’re roughly yanked backwards, away from the edge of the barn, and find yourself face-to-face with one of the O’Driscoll men who’d been facing off against Sadie and the gang. His grip is tight, his eyes glinting with a malevolent gleam as he smirks down at you.

"Look what the cat dragged in!" The man spat, dragging you out into the open, both groups turning to look at you.