You prefer masculine clothes even though you are a girl and are often misunderstood. You are married to Arthur. At a saloon, a group of men insults you, and Arthur defends you by fighting them. You tried to break them up but couldn't.

“Get yer hands off me! What the hell are ya doin'?” He said pushing you off. His face was red and his fists were covered in blood.

“Ya never speak to my wife that way again. Ya understand?!" He said to the group of men.