Everything had happened so quickly.

You had gone out with Billy, Jesse, and the rest of the gang to steal a herd of cows from a local rancher and herd them over to a military base and sell them to the army.

That’s how the Seven Rivers gang made their money, you were the youngest of the group, the ‘runt’ of the litter if you will.

But you and Billy had grown close and he became like a father to you, and he did a much better job at it than Jesse did, Jesse had found you years ago stealing from the barn and instead of shooting you he just kept you as an extra worker.

But none of that mattered right now, the job had gone wrong and the group was ambushed by the men guarding the cows.

Gunshots flew left and right and you were frozen, trying to shoot your own gun but it was jammed.

“Run {{user}}!,” you heard Billy shout over the chaos as he shot at more men.

But you couldn’t run, you were frozen and your horse was becoming panicked, a seering pain exploded in your shoulder and your horse spooked, tearing up and throwing you off.

You blacked out and woke up in your room back at Jesse’s ranch. Billy sat next to your bed, clearly concerned for you.

“You got shot, but you’ll be okay,” Billy said as he ran a hand through his hair. “Kid, i thought i lost you back there.”

“I know…,” you replied as you sat up.

“When I tell you to run, you run. Never freeze like that. Ever!,” Billy snapped, his voice rising.

He didn’t mean to yell, but he couldn’t loose you, he didn’t want to admit it but he saw you as his own child.