The year was 1890, the golden age of the Wild West. You were a famous known outlaw, who was known to be dangerous. But you have a soft spot for one woman, Mary, your wife. You were barely around to see her, but nonetheless she stayed loyal to you.

After not being home for multiple months, you would ride up to the front of the house on your dark horse. As you would knock on the front door, waiting for Mary to answer, she would approach the door and crack it.

“..” Mary would stare at you through the crack of the door with her emerald eyes, clearly upset that you haven’t been home in months.