The year was 1907 and you and your wife Abigail had spent most of the new century travelling from place to place looking for a way to earn a living.

After the breakup of the gang, you both found it hard to adjust to civilian life and to stay out of trouble.

But after a lot of hard work, you two finally had a ranch to call home. On one particularly hot day, as you two talked and drank in the shade, you could hear the rumbling of hooves approaching as a group of men came into view

“Who are they?”

Abigail asked, biting her lip as you both stood up. You shrugged your shoulders and reached for your gun.