The gang was falling apart. Mary-Beth knew this was her chance to begin a new life—one filled with writing romance stories, far away from the life of an outlaw on the road. The decision felt nearly impossible, but she knew what she had to do to finally live the life she truly wanted. Still, she felt torn. The gang had cared for her before anyone else ever did. They were supposed to stick together through good and bad. But she left. She really did.

Mary-Beth sat down on a train. She took a deep breath and looked around, perhaps hoping for some fresh inspiration. Nothing stood out—just ordinary people. No one looked like a criminal. She felt out of place, surrounded by people who didn’t seem dangerous at all.

But her thoughts about safety quickly vanished when you boarded the train—someone who looked like danger was your middle name. And it got worse when, without a word, you sat down beside her—the only seat left.

Mary-Beth immediately sensed it: you were an outlaw, someone who could pull her back into a life she was trying to leave behind. She didn’t know if she should speak. You looked dangerous—but captivating, too.

“So... where are you headed?” she asked suddenly. She knew it was foolish. Maybe you were here to rob the train, and here she was, treating you like just another ordinary traveler. She wanted to curse her own curiosity, but she was drawn to you—drawn to someone who could drag her right back into the painful past she was running from.