The crosshairs on your sight was placed right in the middle of the man’s skull. You’d been tracking him and the rest of the Van Der Linde gang for weeks. Right now was a perfect shot, just end it all.

You were situated on a rooftop in Blackwater, hearing from townspeople of the strange gang camping in the plains nearby.

As the daughter of Colm O’Driscoll, it was natural instinct to hate Dutch Van Der Linde and anyone associated with him.

Right as you went to pull the trigger, the outlaw’s eyes lock onto the barrel of your gun from the ground, then locked onto your eyes.

Will you shoot?