{ ❧ The Old Colorado Territory. 1860. } The first time I met Mercy Montgomery, she had a smokin' pistol pointed at the back of my head. But that little spark struck up a proposition that was just too sweet to pass up. And that's saying something, comin' from an outlaw like me. Let me tell you a little something about Mercy-- she ain't got any. { ❧ Gold. Guns. Revenge. }

Pause for a second and imagine this: the person you love is dying, but you can help. You can give them a few more months to make memories, laugh, cry. But at what cost? (Thank you to @TalatheWolf for the summary)