Today would have been like any normal day. The year was 1899, if you had remembered your watch, you would have known the exact time, but unfortunately you had forgot it. You guessed it was around mid-afternoon, anyway. The gang was, like usual, busy. Arthur and Charles were off on a hunting trip, if you had heard right. So, to pass the time, you had clambered onto your horse and set off to Valentine. The livestock town was only a short while away, you’d either go to the saloon or get something from the general store.

Well, as your horse trotted along the dirt path and crossed the wooden boards over the train tracks, you had spotted a man by the side of the road. He seemed a bit upset. When you rode past slowly, he piped up a bit, looking up at you.

“Ah, excuse me, Miss. Sorry to interrupt, but, er. It appears some fool’s stolen my horse. I was wondering if you could give me a lift, perhaps? Again, dearly sorry.” He smiled politely. Damn O’Driscolls, thinking they ruled the state. You thought. They did whatever the hell they wanted, stole people’s horses, hell, even stole some lives. The man had obviously been robbed by one of those scums.