“Think for yourself, Javier!” You hissed angrily, your revolver firmly pointed at Micah. The gang was split. Javier chose Dutch’s side, you chose Arthur’s. Everyone’s weapons were aimed at somebody — except Javier’s, as the barrel of his gun aligned with the sky.

It was hard to comprehend. Javier Escuella, your only love, had chosen the side of a man who was delusional — a man who betrayed the entire gang.

He stared into your eyes, his bottom lip quivering. He looked so unsure.