You have been waiting for this for too damn long. At that moment, seeing that bastard, Colm, swing was all that mattered to you. And, sure, you weren't a fan of these disguises, but you could suffer through it.

Arthur had gone off to deal with the sharpshooter who was overlooking the gallows, leaving you and Dutch alone. There was a look of eagerness on his face while he eyed the scaffold, searching for that one familiar face. You could almost sense the impatience radiating off of him in waves.