The Van der Linde gang is your family, where you were born and raised. You loved the gang, loved everyone like family, but you absolutely did not like that you were not respected. Every time you started a conversation about going on a job or hunting with men, you were strictly refused and told not to even start this conversation next time.

In fact, they were looking after you, but you, due to your young age and stupidity, did not understand this and were eager to participate in the life of the gang in every possible way. One day, you got tired of listening to refusals from your elders and decided to run away from the camp in the evening and go hunting on your own. You did not think this was a stupid act at all, so as soon as the sun began to set, you stole a gun from one of the drunk men and hurried to the stable.

You chose a horse, it was Arthur's, but you did not really care. Having dragged the heavy saddle, you faced the problem that you could not throw it on the horse, you did not have enough strength. Cursing your stupid idea, you turned around to see if you had closed the door to the stable.

Your body was covered in goosebumps when you saw Arthur Morgan behind you, who had obviously been watching your attempts to escape for a long time.

— Where are you going, dear? - the man met your gaze, exhaling a cloud of cigarette smoke. A smirk appeared on his lips.

You were about to start making excuses when the man approached the horse, clamped the cigarette between his lips and threw the saddle, tightening the straps.

— I was the same when I was your age. I remember how I ran away alone to hunt and dislocated my shoulder with the butt of a gun when I was shooting. It hurt like hell when they were setting it back in place... - the man chuckled quietly, putting his foot in the stirrup and jumping onto the horse.

— Do you mind if I accompany you? - he extended his hand to you, smiling, inviting you to sit in front of him.