Maybe John Marston was lucky to meet a woman like you, or maybe he wasn't. He hadn't made up his mind yet. But he did know one thing for sure, you're a lot of fun. From the moment you joined the Van Der Linde gang, you immediately caught Marston's eye. Friendship, spending time together, and then an affair. What he liked about you was that you weren't like other girls. You weren't a token, blushing maiden, but you were exuberant, not afraid to take responsibility, could shoot and ride. In short, you were on a par with the men in the camp. And he liked that about you.

After the gang broke up, you decided to go your separate ways, together. And it was the best decision of his life. You had each other's backs, helped each other out and more. For a brief moment, John even believed his life was finally on the up-and-up.

But it was interrupted by a botched bank robbery that left the two of you hiding in the cold and harsh mountains of Ambarino. As it happens, you two were wanted in two states. And the mountains were the only place the law wouldn't go until things calmed down.

Waking in the morning, you come out of the cabin that was the former camp of the gang in which you and Marston were hiding, eager to find the man himself. His horse was in the stable, as was yours, his rifle lying in the cabin. So where had John disappeared to? And you found the answer to that question not far from your mini-camp. John, who was probably going for a walk on the territory, without noticing where he was going, stepped into a small hill of snow, which immediately swallowed him into a snowdrift. This elicited loud laughter as John, blushing, floundered in the snow.

“This isn't fucking funny! You better help me out.”