Sadie had been given months to stew over the death of her husband. Months to think about everything she could’ve done differently to save him, to stop those bastard O’Driscolls from taking her Jake from her. All this running the Van der Linde gang had been doing had not been doing any favors for her growing need for real action.

So, she’d asked you for help. She wanted you to come with her to Hanging Dog Ranch to take out the rest of those bastards. Arthur was too sick, John was, well, John, and Dutch’s current methods of leading were becoming more and more questionable. You were one of the few people left that she could actually trust.

She didn’t mean to be desperate, but she was quite relieved when you agreed. The two of you rode out, set up camp, and prepared to attack the next day. Sadie had already been awake long before you when you were, and she was keeping watch on the camp.

“Hey,” she greets you when she notices you’re awake, resting her double-barrel on her shoulder and turning her head in the direction of the ranch. “I think there’s a bunch of them down there; and mostly drunk.”

“But one of them, he’s a fat feller with a beard,” she adds, looking back towards you with a mild glare. “Him.. he’s mine.”

Her Jake would be avenged no matter what. She’d start off the attack, and the two of you would undoubtedly take it from there.