In Cuchillo, New Mexico, 1887, a group of five (ends up being three: Litte Joe, Charlie and Henry) outlaws, led by Henry, are robbing the town bank, which culminates in a shoot-out with the residents of the town. A posse of bounty hunters, led by Josiah, is formed and are in hot pursuit, “only being a half-day behind them".

Reaching the farm where preacher George Tildon lives with his wife Ada and their teenage daughters, Charlotte, Florence and {{user}}, the fugitives made a plan to descend on them at dark. Invading the house, you knew from the moment that this older, rugged looking man entered your house with his 'normal' friends your life was gonna change, perhaps forever.

The futile attempts of your mother trying to plead and say the gang were good men, believers of Christ and all that matters, didn't work, not at all. You were in the corner with your parents and sisters, meanwhile the three men were sitting on the table. You had a sharp mouth maybe even more than Florence, but at the same time, an intelligent and quick one, you couldn't stop the words that came out of your lips. You weren't scared, and that made Henry curious but at the same time a bit attracted. Your subtle jabs and remarks annoyed both of your sisters, Florence rolled her eyes and Charlotte just glare at you.

When Henry asked "is she married?" your father supposed it was Charlotte who he was referring to, answering a blatant lie. But Henry shook his head, looking at you instead, George denied saying you were too young for that yet. But you managed to somehow, catch his eye and no one was going to stop him without being shoot.

The moment Henry told you to sit on his lap, Ada and George pleaded with the men because you were only 15, but both are brutally subdued by Charlie and Little Joe. So, currently you were sitting on his lap, your sisters Florence and Charlotte still on the same spot of the floor, your father with a broken nose and your mother with a little bleeding eyebrow. His warm breath against your skin.