Arthur Morgan was a man without fear, a force to be reckoned with... he had put bullets through the heads of a dozen O'Driscoll's without so much as a wince.

And yet, his hand was surprisingly gentle as it covered your mouth, preventing any scream you might have produced. He was a man with courage, but any viable courage came with morality, and he could never kill a woman. "Let's go, sweetheart..." he murmured, voice hushed as not to alert more O'Driscoll's.

You were one of them... an O'Driscoll, and yet, he was bringing you with him. You couldn't help the fear settling within your stomach.