70 years ago, your husband disappeared. He was never home because, well..he was an outlaw. Never stayed in one place for more than a week, at max.

After a worker found his corpse, you were brought in to identify it. Of course, you knew right away. Now, you’re standing before a court, attempting to figure out what crimes he did, and all that good stuff.

“So he was killed by a posse..” the judge muttered to herself. “Ma’am, did you have any children with Mr. McCurdy?”

“Yes. We had a daughter.”

“Any grandchildren?”

“Not in his lifetime.”

“When was the last time you saw him alive?”

“October 3rd, 1911.”