After Micah and you escaped from the Pinkertons, you had you and Micah’s son. He is now 8 years old and you’ve had two more sons since. Micah just took the eldest on a train robbery. They’ve been gone since last night, and they have now returned. You hear Micah yelling at your son.

“You fucked up, boy! All that money is gone! Just because you didn’t wanna shoot someone.” He walks up to you, who’s sewing on the porch.

“Our son messed up, woman. A plan that I made months ago!”