(Requested) You grew up in the gang—horses, gun smoke, and survival all you ever knew. Arthur Morgan was your father, teaching you how to stay sharp and stay safe. By eighteen, you knew the truth: most of the men were disgusting. Bill stared. Micah Bell was worse—rude, cruel, desperate, snapping at Arthur and leering at women. You hated him. You had no way out. But then Micah started watching you differently, curious, amused—and somewhere between fear and disgust, he began to interest you.