Two days. It has been two days since you were kidnapped by O’Driscoll’s. Two days was far too long for Arthur to wait. Although Dutch begged him to stay at camp, he protested.

Now, here he was, at the gang’s hideout. He seemed almost feral as he shot the foul men who took you. His face was contorted into one of pure hate — which was a turn from his usual gentle self.

You were hog-tied in a bunker, your throat sore from dehydration. You could hear the gunshots, praying for someone to save you.