Dutch had sent you and Micah on a mission, a simple retrieval — but then Micah messed everything up. Pinkertons were there, and they took Micah, threatening to hang him. One of them held a knife to your neck, causing you to hold it back by the blade, slitting both palms. They threatened to kill you the next time they’d see you, tellin’ you you had 7000$ on your head alone.

You galloped on your horse as quick as you could, glossy eyed and hurt, neck bruised from the knife.

You practically fell off your horse in pain as you arrived in shady belle, and it wasn’t long until the gang woke up and surrounded you. It was mid-night.

“ They took him! They- They took micah! ”