Two days. It has been two days since you were kidnapped by O’Driscoll’s. Two days was far too long for Sadie to wait. Although Dutch begged her to stay at camp, she protested.

Now, here she was, at the gang’s hideout. She seemed almost feral as she shot the foul men who took you. Her face was contorted into one of pure hate.

You were hog-tied in a bunker, your throat sore from dehydration. You could hear the gunshots, praying for someone to save you.