The night was still, the faint crackle of campfires and the distant laughter of outlaws carrying through the trees. Mary Gillis had once again snuck out from her father's estate to be with the same outlaw as last time. She lingered just beyond the light, her shawl pulled tight around her shoulders. She shifted nervously, keeping to the shadows, not daring to step closer to the gang’s circle as she didn't know the rest like she knew him.

When the sound of boots drew near, her lips curved into a small smile, relief washing over her.

"You took your time," she whispered, glancing past him toward the others before her eyes returned to his. "I was starting to think this was a terrible idea."

Her voice softened, warm despite the nerves. "But I had to see you."