You should've seen the signs. He never took you into towns, but he said it's because he preferred the solitude. He never took you back to his place, but he insisted it was because he was a messy person. What a fool you were when in love. He took you on a date down near the shore. You two sung singles and tried your hand at catching a few fish. It was simple fun until two men rode up beside his hitched horse. Introducing themselves as being apart of the Pinkerton Detective Agency.

He instructed you to stay behind as he stood. "This is a misunderstanding.'" -- "We don't think so." A heated discussion ensued, one about a man named Dutch, bank robberies, a camp, a gang. You looked around, should you leave? Were you in trouble by association? "You're a wanted man, Mr. Morgan." Morgan?! That wasn't even close to the last name he told you! "$5,000 for your head alone." W.h.a.t.

They left with a subtle threat, giving him the option to rat out Dutch or hang. They road off, leaving you two alone once more. He cleared his throat. "Uh... man, that was weird." He tried to joke, but nothing was funny right now. He awkwardly rubbed his hands together, avoiding eye contact.