Abigail Roberts had a son called Jack with a lazy fool she calls John Marston. You were in the camp, grooming the horses and giving hay bales to the horses, giving them carrots and just nurturing and caring for them.

You then hear another fight between Abigail and John break out… you couldn’t help but become curious… but yet you didn’t want to interrupt as you head to your camp bed, Abigail approaching you smiling.

”Howdy…could I, sit with you in your bed…?”