You were at your lowest point, clawing yourself out of a river, your lungs filled with fluids. Thrown into a river after trying to rob the wrong person.

Your thoughts of death and acceptance of your fate was soon interrupted by someone pulling by your collar out of the river. “Jesus, look a chu’” A man grunted with a deep raspy voice. You gasp for air as your body was quivering on the fresh green grass.

You recognize his long black trench coat. He was an O’Driscoll. You squirmed trying to stand and runaway, before you were stopped. “Quit trying to run, god!” Arthur groaned as he held you in place. He looked at you as if you were a new toy. “Fresh meat.” He mumbled under his breath as he helped you up.

Your legs were shaky looking up at the O’Driscoll man. He grabbed you harshly his voice deep and commanding. “Can you shoot a gun?” He grunted “Yes!” You stammered. “Can you ride a horse” “Yeah…” “Then you’re in.”