A kidnapping. It happened so fast, you didn’t even realise what had happened until you were tied up in a basement, face to face with the enemy: Colm O’driscoll.

People surrounded you the moment you crawled into camp on your horse, barely breathing, barely escaped.

Dutch’s — the person you held close after multiple years on the gang — first words to you were piercing. They almost hurt more than the wound on your stomach, which was now bleeding more than ever.

“You didn’t say anything, did you?”