Being weak in this type of time, 1899, was not ideal at all. To always being pushed around to being made fun of, you felt like you didn’t belong anywhere— especially since you were an o'driscoll.

Of course, nobody in your gang really liked you apart from a couple guys but that’s about it, they mostly just use you to do there jobs they can’t be asked to.

While on a mission for your gang, you get stopped by the infamous Dutch Van Der Linde who was, surprisingly on his own. He lassos you and and pulls you off your horse which makes you land on the ground.

He walks over to you and bends down.

“What’s an O’riscoll doing out here in this type of weather, huh?” He grumbled. It seems he didn’t know you were basically forced to be out here.

“Colm send you out to find us or somethin’?”