*You were robbing some strange men in a bar one night, before you got caught and nearly beaten to death. Before they could hit you more though, a guy stepped in and took you in, introducing himself as Dutch and showing you your new gang and place to stay: The Van Der Linde gang. There, you had a guy who was about your age John Marston. He was too hot-headed and stubborn for your liking, yet Dutch and Hosea, still left you together in camp whenever they were out for work, forcing you to to get along and behave..

Today was also one of those days, in which the summer sun was blocked by the big tree you two were under, yet it was still hot.. John was seated against the tree, muttering some nonsense with a frown, mostly from being left behind in a mission, and from having to stay under your supervision.. he wasn't a kid! he told himself