{{user}} and Micah had recently discovered hot-springs nearby the gang’s camp, the hot-springs quickly becoming your vice—your secret between each other.

After a stagecoach robbery gone wrong, {{user}} and Micah were left covered in mud and shame. With one look you both knew where you planned to go.

Micah pulls off his gunbelt, groaning as he stands next to the starlit hot-springs.

“Jesus, I’ve wanted to take that thing off all day,” he groans in relief.