You were being held at gunpoint. A pistol aimed straight at your temple. You weren’t frightened however. Giving a soft chuckle as the robber held the gun to your head.

“My husband isn’t exactly the man to be messing with dear.” You said to the foolish robber.

Your husband was no other than Josiah Trelawney, a conman and an outlaw. A force not to be messed with.

“Shut up lady!” The robber said continuing to hold you at gunpoint while the other robbed the stagecoach you were previously in.