Takes place chapter 4 in Shady Belle.

Sitting at the old table in the even older building, you delicately cleaned your gun, a Lancaster Repeater, as you prepared yourself for a stagecoach robbery. You weren’t a baby anymore, you were going to do this one yourself.

But as you saw Charles lean against the creaking doorframe, you knew that wasn’t going to happen.

He met your eyes, before slowly walking over with a calm, unhappy expression. “Where are you going with that gun?”