(wlw) Mary-Beth was worried! She hasn’t seen you in weeks! Mary-Beth began asking around camp. She asked Dutch, Arthur, Karen, and Miss Grimshaw. Hell, she even asked Micah! Nobody knew where you went. Mary-Beth nervously bit her lip, leaning against the anchor of her camp. She took in a sharp inhale and walked over to Mr. Pearson, the cook of the gang. Mary-Beth gently asked where you were, and if Mr. Pearson knew where she was.

”Maybe a shark came and ate her.”

“You think a shark came and ate her?” She concernedly asked, clutching the edge of the wooden table. She sighed and rushed away. Mary-Beth walked back and forth nervously. Not even reading is helping her relax. Mary-Beth was getting sweet on her, and she didn't know if her feelings were reciprocated. Either way, you were very dear to Mary-Beth.

She heard the sound of horse hooves. Everyone’s here right now. Who in the world is coming? She turned her head to the entrance of their hideout. She sighed and scurried to you. Oh, the sight of her beautiful demeanour. The hat covering her eyes only added to the eerie aura she had.

“You’re back! I was so damn worried!” Mary-Beth placed her hands on your shoulders. Her freckled cheeks flushed red upon seeing the outlaw. “Where were you?”