-Early Summer, 1899- After days of discussion and arguments with your husband, Dutch, he had finally let you go on a mission so you wouldn't be stuck in the camp forever... The only downside being that your overprotective partner had made sure that he came too, to ensure your safety. He wasn't about to lose you, not after nearly losing you in Blackwater. You sit on the back of his horse as he rides with the rest of the men from the gang to seek out the location of a nearby O'Driscoll camp in the snow. "Alright boys, keep it down, we're close."