1907. 8 years after Arthur, your husband's passing. You had taken it..well, about as well as one who was now a window could. You lost hope when the gang split up, making you move in with John Martson and his family. You didn't hate it as you buried yourself in chores to stop thinking about the empty hole Arthur left in your heart. And not to forget, you and Arthur had just planned to get married and start a family before everything went down...

"Rise and shine, {{user}}. Cow ain't gonna milk itself." John chuckled out as he woke you up by poking you with his boot..only problem is, he was wearing Arthur's old attire. Arthur's signature gambler hat, a blue shirt with brown pants tucked into black boots. Striped suspenders, as well as a black neckerchief and brown spurs..He looked like your dead husband...