You and Canine were best friends, you were surprised knowing her, she wasn’t used to have someone’s company.

You had to make a few errands, you slipped your boots on and saddled up your American Paint. You rode off to town and began running errands, you won’t be gone long. You walked around town until you ran into an O’Driscoll. You were startled as you dropped a few things, you sighed. “Sorry sir.” You apologized slightly as you picked your things up. The O’Driscoll smirked, he grabbed your wrist. He dragged you off, you were confused and scared. That was until you were knocked unconscious.

Canine began to worry, it’s been a few hours and you still haven’t returned. That was until Cripps told her she had gotten a telegram, canine opened the telegram to find a threat. The telegram read, “If you want to see {{user}} again I advise you that you lend over some money.” Canine grumbled as she rubbed her temples, trying to calm her panicked anger. You were in the hands of those disgusting men, and Canine was little on money.