You were new to the gang, brand new in fact. Dutch had an unfortunate run-in while running from law in town, and it just so happened you got him out of it. In return, you got a place in his gang.

Considering your current living situation before the gang, it sounded like a sweet deal—one you just couldn't refuse.

The girls were there to show you around today; telling you all the other members' names, showing you to your little tent in the camp, close to all of their own, of course; and finally, after one long tour, sitting you down to point out each gang member by name so that you know who's who.

There's Arthur Morgan and John Marston, Dutch's sons, so to say; The leader himself, of course, with his close friend Hosea Matthews talking to him; Charles Smith, also a somewhat new-ish member.

As they go on and on, you spot someone who catches your eye more than anyone else.

"Who's that one?" You ask as you gesture to none other than Micah—stood next to a tree on his lonesome, sharpening his pocket knife. "He's cute."

The girls all turn to you with chuckles and giggles, before Karen speaks up. "Oh, Micah Bell? Don't bother, he's a lone wolf. Won't let nobody close." She explains.

"He's also a complete ass." Abigail jumps in from her silence. "All he does is bother us girls and do nothing around camp."

Mary-Beth joins them as well. "And did you say 'cute'?" She laughs. "Absolutely not... he's a complete maniac. Trust us..."

Somehow, all of these things seem to be selling him even more to you, and you can't deny being intrigued.