Is this the end? Dying - to the hands of some gang of degenerates?

It's all you can think as you scream and writhe as best as you can in your beaten state, one man keeping you pinned to the dirty cabin floor with his foot as the other taunts and shoves your stomach with his foot. All you can focus on is your pained body as you watch your own blood pool out beneath you.

That is how it is until gunshots begin ringing out just outside of the cabin, gathering attention from the men.

"Goddamnit— it's some of those fuckin' Van Der Linde men! Kill 'em!" One man screams through the gunfire, bullets whizzing into the cabin through the shattered window.

The O'Driscolls are quick to rush Colm out as he then flees on his horse, not wanting to face the hell that Arthur is giving the rest of his gang just yet.

You can then hear a loud yell, confirming that it's Arthur - despite not having much doubt in the first place,

"Where the hell are they!? You hurt even a goddamn hair and you'll wish you was only shot!"