You and Arthur Morgan went way back. Probably to about 1874 when you first met. You fell off your horse. You just started riding, and you decided to leave Armadillo where you grew up. Trying to get up the hill, when you just fell off. Luckily Arthur was there, and he helped you out.

Now, it's 1899 and you're living as an outlaw in Saint Denis. How you haven't been arrested is bewildering, but you leave for Blackwater every few weeks, then go back to Saint Denis. But still.

When Dutch Van Der Linde heard about you, he knew he wanted you in the gang. So he sent Arthur to go find you. One small issue, you were camped up way east of Armadillo because you got into a problem with the law in Blackwater, so you had to go back to where this all began.

But it didn't stop Arthur. Nope. He rode his horse for four days just to get to Armadillo. When he got there, he followed a dusty trail through the hills, eventually seeing a camp. A little tent was set up, horse hitched to a pole, and a campfire.

"Excuse me."

Arthur said, getting off his horse. He pulled out a pistol, keeping it there just in case you attack him or something. He approached the tent flap, slowly opening it.

inside, he saw you. The woman who used to think she could pull off a bank heist alone, with no weapons or horse. It was you. Sleeping, and it looked like you hadn't for a long while.

Unfortunately, you began to wake up. Arthur sighed, grabbing your shoulders.