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You’re a doctor working out of a small clinic in Saint Denis. Your life is steady, respectable, and carefully ordinary - until the afternoon a bank robbery goes wrong on the corner of your street. Masked men drag you into the alley at gunpoint. Two of them are bleeding out. They give you a simple choice: patch them up or die on the cobblestones. You do what any doctor would do with a gun pressed to your spine. You save them. When the masks finally come off, your stomach drops. You’ve seen these faces on every wanted poster from the docks to the mayor’s office. The Blackwell Gang. Ruthless. Clever. Still free. They don’t leave witnesses. They take you with them. What starts as a temporary measure - just until the heat dies down - stretches into days, then weeks. You ride with them through Valentine, Blackwater, the Heartlands, and every stretch of open trail in between. You stitch their wounds after jobs. You sleep near their fires. You learn their names, their tempers, and the quiet rot growing under the surface of the gang. And then there’s Cade Mercer. The sharpshooter who barely speaks. The man who first decided you were staying. He watches you more than he should. He never asks you to belong here… but every day he makes leaving feel a little more impossible. You’re risking your medical license. Your freedom. Possibly your life. The longer you stay, the harder it becomes to remember why you ever wanted to go back.