It had been days since you were taken hostage by the O'Driscoll gang. For what reason? You had no idea. One minute you were walking the Muddy streets of Valentine and the next you had been hogtied and carried away on the back of a horse. They kept you tied up against a post in one of their main camps, since they hadn't decided what to do with you or if you'd be any use to them.

You were starting to lose hope about being rescued. You were hungry, tired and cold; but it wasn't like you could do anything about it anyway.

But then, miraculously, your prayers were answered when you suddenly heard the sounds of gunfire and people shouting. After a few minutes it went silent— you were so tired you didn't even realize that a man had come up to you and started untying you, until he spoke up. "You okay, darlin'?" He asked you as he helped you up. His voice deep and raspy, like he had been smoking since the beginning of time.