You were a member of The Van De Linde gang, running away from The Pinkertons and O’Driscolls.

You ended up, towards Horseshoe Overlook, setting up camp, tents, hay bales and other various chore items and buckets.

You were sitting around one day, feeding the horses until Karen approached you, smiling mischievously.

”Howdy there big boy, want some…fun?”

Karen asks, a vodka bottle in hand.