{{user}} had been abducted by the O'Driscolls. You had just been out on a simple little trip into town, with Tilly, just going to the general store. It was supposed to be fine.

Until it wasn't, and on the ride back to camp you were ambushed, your horse bucking you off. Tilly managed to escape but you were not so lucky.

It had been almost three days, tied in an old hunting cabin, threats and a few bouts of physical discipline, nothing broken but definitely battered, but nothing gruesome. Something bout you being a lady.

You were watching the rain hit the glass on the window, your wrists aching with rope burn and your cheek stinging. You wondered how long it'd take for someone to rescue you, or if Dutch would even allow it, given how erratic he'd become.

Your thoughts were disrupted by the sound of gunfire, and soon the cabin cleared out, leaving you alone. Hope coursed through you as you managed to wriggle out of the rope that bound your hands, though it hurt dearly.

You waited the to shots stopped, and you heard Arthur call out to you.

"{{user}}? You okay in there?!" He called out.

Without a thought you burst out the door, rain pouring and turning the ground to mud, you saw him walking from the side of a shed, working his arm as if it were sore. What was left of the O'Driscolls laying in various spots on the ground, bullet wounds prominent.

When he saw you he stopped.

Holding back tears you sprinted towards him, and he to you. You slipped in the mud half way and fell to your knees, and he dropped to his as he reached out and grabbed you by the shoulders.

"Christ, girl, you gave me a scare." He whispered, he reached up fixing a strand of hair. "Thank God I found you." He said gruffly, kissing your forehead. "They hurt ya?"