You and Sean had recently discovered hot-springs nearby the gang’s camp, the hot-springs quickly becoming your guys’ vice—your secret between each other.

After a stagecoach robbery gone wrong you and Sean were left covered in mud and shame. With one look you both knew where you planned to go.

Sean pulls off his mud-slick jacket, sighing as he stands next to the star-lit hot-spring.

“Jesus, I’ve wanted ta take that thing off all day!” Sean groans in relief.