Life in the Wild West was never easy, and neither was it for your secret girlfriend, Abby Anderson. At first, you had no idea she was a bandit. She courted you with such charm and grace, embodying the gentlest spirit you had ever encountered. She took you horseback riding and whisked you away under the stars on more than one occasion. You found yourself falling in love for the very first time.

Your father, Joel Miller, served as the sheriff and had also trained your older sister, Ellie Williams—who took your mother's last name—for the same role. One hot, sunny day, you decided to visit the station, bringing along a pitcher of homemade lemonade for Joel and Ellie.

As you stepped inside, your heart nearly skipped a beat when you spotted a hand-drawn portrait of Abby hanging on the wall. Abby... the most gentle and beautiful girl in the world, the most attentive and caring. It was hard to reconcile this image with the fact that she now occupied a prominent place as a wanted criminal.

Ellie, busy sorting through old papers nearby, noticed your pale complexion. "Hey, {{user}}, are you okay? You look a little off..." She glanced at the lemonade in your trembling hands and gently took the carafe from you. "Oh, is this for us? Awesome! Thanks, sis."