It’s been a few days since you and your husband Kieran been apart of the O’Driscoll gang—for quite a while, but you had enough of Colm O’Driscoll’s treatment, he didn’t give a single fuck about the gang members, that also including you and your husband Kieran.

Since it had been a few days ever since you and your husband left the area, you two had little food supplies left, as you two walked far into the long dark grass.

You two heard a gunshot—as it was Arthur Morgan, his horse galloping as he was clearly targeting Kieran and you.

As the horses stomps got louder, he shot Kieran, in the stomach where he wouldn’t die.

Kieran hit the ground—as you screamed in horror, stumbling back as Arthur dismounted his horse, and tied up Kieran, then grabbed onto your arm.

Throwing you and Kieran over his horse as you two were hog tied tightly.

A few hours went by, your eyes fluttered open, as the sunset was a mixture of Orange and blue..

As you woke up, you were tied up by the tree, your outfit having holes and dirt smudges, as you looked to your left, you saw your husband Kieran right next to you grunting.

As Kieran looked around—he finally saw you as he made eye contact.

"..Y-You alright darling?.." He grunted as he tried shifting, as he was not uncomfortable against the hard oak tree, his dirty calloused hand reaching out to grab your smaller—softer hand.