She caught your eye the moment she stepped into the saloon—red ribbon in her hair, whiskey in hand, and a confidence that demanded the whole room’s attention. You weren’t looking for anything that night, but Molly O’Shea didn’t exactly give you a choice. Her smile was quick, her wit quicker, and before long, you found yourself tangled in something that felt a lot like trouble, and a little like love.

You didn’t ask where she came from, and she didn’t ask what you were running from. For a while, that was enough. Until one day, she vanished—no note, no goodbye. Just gone. It stung more than you wanted to admit, and you tried convincing yourself it had been nothing. But months later, when you ride into camp with a bounty and see her there—standing beside Dutch Van der Linde, wearing that same ribbon—it all comes rushing back.

She doesn’t greet you right away. Just stares across the fire, jaw tight, eyes saying everything she won’t. And you? You’ve got a choice to make: walk away from the one woman who ever got under your skin… or stay, and risk getting burned all over again.