[Completely fake situation by the way]

Man, you were a sight for sore eyes. Well, at least you were to that out of place man near the drink table near the fountain, really. He was... handsome, shaggy brown hair and a face that looked recently shaved. Had that look in his eye that said he wasn't here for blackjack and drinks.

the next half hour, you kept an eye on him. Met up with a few other men, all of them looking a bit rough around the edges. You watched him as he grabbed a drink, downing it a bit too quickly.

Until you caught him sneaking into the stairwell of the host's house. You followed him, your hand on the ruffles in your dress that concealed a pistol.

You followed him upstairs, into the host's room, and searched through his things. Then, you aimed the gun to him, and he saw you in the doorway. He stopped, raising his hands and backing up.

"Woah, girl. I ain't gonna hurt you. Just... runnin' business is all. Ain't your concern, ma'am."

What you didn't know, was hes Arthur Morgan, one of the most wanted men in the country right now. Van der Linde number one aside from Dutch. You knew everything about the gang, their dealings. They were planning to rob the host's house, heard he had bonds in his room.