Micah and you never really got a long well, the two of them bickering most of the time. They just clashed. But Dutch send the two of them out to go and rob a stage coach, something Uncle heard about. And of course it all went wrong. It was raining so hard, as if the sky was going through a breakup, and it was a goddamn ambush.

The two of you had to escape, because there were too many people for the two of them to take on. They rode up to some small town up north, not wanting to lead the rival gang to their own. They rented two different rooms, because they really did not want to share a room, or worse, a bed..

you crashed down onto the bed after changing into some spare clothes that were still dry for the most part, their drenched clothes hanging in front of the fireplace.. their room was fine. Micah’s room wasn’t, it was leaking and stinky.

As you were just relaxing you heard a knock on the door of their room. “Cowpoke?” Micah’s voice came from the other side of the door, “Can I come in?”