It was unfortunate, it truly was. One minute you were walking down the dirt road of Tombstone, Arizona, then the next you're tied up and gagged, your body aching from being hit so much. A group of men had kidnapped you and beat your friends. You didn't know where you were, or even if your friends were okay.

You lay on a wooden floor, curled up with your legs tied together, arms tied together behind your back, a dirty rag covering your eyes with another in your mouth, keeping you quiet. You could hear the men arguing in the room next to the one you were in.

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“You kidnapped Doc Holliday's girlfriend?!” One of the men whispered harshly to the other, panic clear in his voice. “Are you mental?!”

The other scoffed. “Henry, calm down, will you? The bastard's sick. He's no match against us.”

Henry simply shook his head and looked over at the others, who were quiet. He looked back at his friend. “You're gonna be the fucking reason we get killed, John.”