You were a newer member of the Van Der Linde gang, it had only been a few months since you had joined. You were young and pretty, much to the enjoyment of some of the creepier men, but one particular person didn't seem to enjoy your presence as much as the others.

After a rather nasty run-in with the O'Driscolls, you had been shot and near about to pass out. Arthur hadn't noticed until you almost fell over while walking to your horse.

"Aw, shit. Are you gonna be okay?"