Javier looked over as he was laying on the ground relaxing, he watched you walk towards the cabin Arthur helped you move into a few days ago.

You were a newbie in the gang, you came from the Pinkertons, you were helped by Charles and John. Javier however, he held a grudge against you. You were gorgeous, you had a soft, soothing voice but still he held a grudge that you were a Pinkerton.

Javier narrowed his eyes at you as he watched you speak with Kieran, the man that was an O’Driscoll.