This piece will be a re-enactment of Red Dead Redemption 2 with an OC known as Myrna Owens, a ranch hand that worked for the, now late, Adler family that was rather close to the family when the O'Driscolls come by. During this re-enactment, Arthur will be at max honor.

Name: Myra Owens

Age: 12

Occupation: Ranch Hand for Adler Ranch (former), Outlaw

Hair: Brown Ponytail

Clothing: Varies

'Today marks the forth month that I am was hired by the Adler Ranch. Mr. and Mrs. Adler treat me like family and I am forever grateful for this opportunity.'

"Myra."

The young Myra Owens shot up and saw Jake Adler standing in front of her. Scrambling up from her bed, Myra said, "M-Mister Adler, I'm so sorry. I didn't hear you."

Jake started chuckling, "Don't worry about it. It ain't like we got any crops to harvest today. Here," Jake said as he handed Myra the coffee.

"Thank you, sir," Myra said as she accepted the offer and sipped from the cup, "What would you like me to do for today?"

"Well, for starters, get dressed. We're going to go to Lake Isabella to catch some salmon."

"Really," Myra asked with some enthusiasm.

"You bet."

"I will get dressed as quick as I can then, sir."

"Great, then I'll leave you to it. Meet me by the stables when you're ready to go. By the way, Sadie made you some breakfast."

And with that, Jake proceeded out of Myra's room, which was in the cellar, to allow Myra to get dressed in private. After putting on a few layers for the cold, she put a pair of worn out gloves and boots on and began to climb up the ladder. Opening the hatch from the cellar, Myra saw Sadie was eating some canned corned beef and peaches.

"Good morning, Mrs. Adler."

Sadie looked at Myra and smiled, "Good morning, Myra. Have a seat and get some food in you before you go out."

"Thank you Mrs. Adler," Myra said as she sat down and began to eat.

"No problem. So, I hear that you are going to be fishing today. Where are you planning on going?"

"Mr. Adler mentioned fishing at Lake Isabella," Myra said as she took another bite of the peaches, "he said that he wanted to catch some salmon."

"That man may not be able to tell the difference between a salmon and a stick in the water, but with you there, he might just catch something. Just be back before dusk. I saw some bad clouds heading this way from over them mountains and I don't wanna be worrying about the two of you."

"Yes, ma'am," Myra said as she finished her bowl.

"Go ahead and leave that there. I'll take care of it," Sadie said.

"Thank you, Mrs. Adler," Myra said as she walked out of the Adler home and proceeded towards the stables.

"Hey Myra, over here," Jake waved as he held the reins of two horses.

"You're letting me ride Mrs. Adler's horse?"

"I'm sure that Sadie wouldn't mind. Besides, I think Lena likes you, eh girl," Jake asked the horse.

The horse responded by releasing a neigh and shaking its head.

"See?"

"It's more that I am scared of riding Lena, Mr. Adler. After that incident last spring, I think that my hip is still sore."

"Oh Lena was just cranky that day. Just give her a pat and a carrot and she will be fine," Jake said.

As Myra slowly approached the horse, Myra removed her glove and gently placed her hand on the horse's neck and whispered, "It's okay, girl."

The horse lifted its front legs up and released a bellowing neigh.

"Do it again," Jake said calmly.

"It's okay, girl," Myra said.

The horse suddenly looked at Myra and seemed relaxed. Taking this opportunity, Myra climbed on top of Lena and grabbed the reins. Myra could not hide the smile on her face as she looked towards Jake, who was already on his horse.

"See? She likes you. All right, Myra, let's go," Jake said as the two rode for the lake.

As the two left the ranch, Myra said, "Mrs. Adler wanted me to tell you that she wants us to come back before dusk. She's worried about the clouds coming in from the West."

"Don't worry, we'll be back before she knows it," Jake said, "Besides, she worries too much. Those clouds don't look too bad."

"The last time you said that she worries too much, one of the wheels to the wagon broke off on our way back from Strawberry, Mr. Adler," Myra said.

"Oh I remember that. Sadie nearly skinned me alive for that," Jake chuckled as the two rode out of the gorge, "Speaking of which, I was planning on making a trip down to Strawberry to pick up a gift for Sadie. You want to come with?"

"If it's warmer there, then yes, Mr. Adler," Myra shivered under all of her warm layers.

"I bet anywhere is better than here," Jake chuckled as the two passed the abandoned town of Colter, "Are you enjoying that journal we got you?"

"Yes, I am. I write about almost every night before going to bed."

"Good, Sadie was worried that you might not like it," Jake said as they came up to Lake Isabella, "Okay, why don't we hitch up over near the shack and then we can start fishing."

Myra hopped off of Lena and gave her a pat on the neck as Jake walked up with two fishing poles. Extending one to her, he said, "Ready to catch some fish?"

Myra grabbed the fishing pole and proceeded to their safe spot for ice fishing. Placing their lake lures on, Myra and Jake flung their hooks into the water and waited. As they stood there, Myra heard Jake chuckling, "Myra, how long have you been with us now?"

"This would be my forth month working on the ranch, Mr. Adler."

"Just a few months and it feels like just yesterday…"

"I'm very grateful."

"Believe me, Myra, Sadie and I both know that. You know… I've been talking with Sadie and, well, we were planning on going to Blackwater once this winter passes. We uh We were wondering if…" Jake began before he felt his fishing line snag something, "Oh hold that thought, I think I have a bite. Come on… just a bit more… GOTCHA! Oh, we got something big, Myra! Come give me a hand!"

Myra ran up and grabbed the pole and helped Jake pull back, "What is it?"

"Whatever it is, it's big," Jake said as he continued reeling.

"Come on, Mr. Adler. We almost have it," Myra said as she saw how close the line was.

"COME HERE…" Jake yelled as he shot the rod up, sending the fish right out of the water and sending both of the two to the ground. As Myra looked at the fish, she saw that it wasn't a salmon that they caught, it was a Northern Pike!

"M-Mr. Adler, we got a pike!"

Jake looked bewildered as he started laughing, "Well I'll be… must be around eighteen pounds."

As the two stood up, Jake placed a hand on Myra's shoulder and chuckled, "Hey, I'm proud of you."

"Thank you, Mr. Adler."

Jake let out a small chuckle as he said, "We should get this back to the ranch. Oh I can smell the stew already."

"With the thyme herbs and diced berries," Myra continued as they carried the fish over to Jake's horse.

As they loaded the fish onto the horse, Jake looked towards the path home and squinted his eyes, "What was that?"

"What," Myra asked as she looked towards the direction that Jake was staring at.

"I thought I saw… maybe it was nothing. Let's get home," Jake said.

Myra walked up to Lena and gently got on before the two trotted back to the ranch.

"You know, maybe Sadie was right. Those clouds are coming awfully fast," Jake said as he saw the clouds were closer than before.

"Mr. Adler, who are they," Myra asked.

Jake looked ahead and saw multiple horses were outside of the house. His eyes widened as he said, "Oh no."

"What?"

Hopping off of his horse, Jake grabbed his carbine repeater and said, "Myra, you know that abandoned town down the way?"

"Colter?"

"Yes, go there and stay there until either Sadie or I come for you, okay? If we aren't there by sunrise, you ride for Valentine, okay?"

"Why? What's happening?"

"Just do what I say," Jake said sternly.

"Y-Yes, Mr. Adler. Come on, Lena, *tsk tsk*," Myra said as she sent Lena into a gallop away from the ranch.

As Jake watched Myra ride away from the ranch, he hopped up onto his horse and said, "Let's go girl," and rode towards the ranch.

Myra and Lena headings towards the gorge when she heard gunshots coming from the ranch. Only five shots rang… and then silence.

"Mr. Adler," Myra said as she quickly turned the horse around and shouted, "Come on, Lena!"

Myra rode as fast as she could back towards the ranch as the winds began to pick up to the point where it was getting hard to see. But since her and Jake's tracks were still relatively fresh, she relied on following those to get back home. Traveling over the last ridge just outside of the ranch, Myra saw the horses were still out front. Reaching into Lena's saddlebag, Myra pulled out the revolver Sadie let her borrow for protection when going far from the ranch. After seeing the gun was loaded, Myra cocked the hammer, hopped down from the horse, and ran towards the house without a second thought.

As she got closer, she could hear laughter and screaming coming from inside. Voices she had never heard before… and the sounds of Sadie grunting.

"Oooh, she's a fighter, that's for sure."

As Myra reached the door, she could feel her hands shaking and her breath was short. But as she reached for the door to open it, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her by the neck and stomach.

"AGH! LET GO OF ME," Myra shouted as she reached her armed hand up to fire a warning shot. But the stranger was faster and quickly shoved her hand down as the shot rang.

"What was that," She heard from someone yell from inside.

"We got ourselves a little hero here," Myra heard the man say.

The doors opened up and Myra saw the inside of the ranch. Food spilled on the floor, multiple bottles of various liquor smashed or dropped, the body of Jake Adler with three bullet holes in his stomach… he was dead. Looking up, Myra saw Sadie was pinned against the table, her clothes torn to near shreds, and… a drunk man was on top of her. As they made eye contact, Sadie looked away from Myra out of shame.

"What should we do with her?"

"DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER," Sadie yelled.

"Shut the hell up," One of the strangers said, "Take her back to the others. They deserve to have some fun too."

"NO," Sadie yelled as she tried to break free, but was unable to move after another man pinned one of her arms and her neck to the table.

"MRS. ADLER," Myra screamed as she was thrown to the ground and felt the rope wrap around her, "STOP! PLEASE!"

"Jesus shut her up. I don't have time for a headache."

"Colm, t-this don't seem right. She's just a kid."

"If I would like your opinion, Billy, I will ask for it. Until then, just shut up and do what I say."

Myra looked at Sadie and yelled, "MOM—"

Sadie stared at Myra's unconscious body as the monsters picked her up.

"PUT HER DOWN YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

"I said SHUT UP," Colm said as he punched Sadie in the face. Sadie watched as they put Myra on one of their horses, "Tom, take this one back to the others. We can sell her to that guy in Saint Denis when we're done with the train job. No one is to touch her."

"Right away, Colm," Tom said as he hopped onto the horse and rode off into the night, leaving Sadie to release a gut wrenching scream.

Three Days Later

It's been about three days since these people raided the Adler Ranch, and Sadie was awake for almost every single moment. Every day, she was given a cup of water and a single piece of bread, but she refused to touch any of it. She was forced to stay in the cellar as the pigs were laughing and drinking up above… the only time that she was allowed out was for the bastards' entertainment. But with every moment that she was in the cellar, she would be crying as memories of the times that she, Jake, and Myra spent together. The time that they found her in Valentine, the time they trained her to take care of horses and cattle. But those once happy memories were tainted by the images of Myra screaming and Jake's dead body.

"Hello?"

Sadie looked up at the cellar door to hear the laughter stop.

"Shut up, Billy! Shh, shh, shh!"

"Excuse me! Hello? Oh well, hello friend."

"What you want?"

Sadie stood up and approached the ladder to hear the conversation a bit more clearly.

"I am very sorry to disturb you. Uh,, my friends and I, well we got into, some… trouble up the way. Lost in the storm… Ah, gentlemen."

"We can't help you mister."

"I got folks… dying on the trail."

"Awww some folks…"

"I-I just need some cans of food or something. Gentlemen… please."

"I think you should go now, buddy."

"…Now, friend… I ain't asking for much. Please, I am… kinda desperate."

"Hey… I don't believe it. Come here, partner. Come here!"

There was a brief silence before Sadie heard, "It's goddamn Dutch van der Linde you mor—"

Suddenly, Sadie heard shots outside. Quickly, Sadie ran under Myra's bed to hide, only to find a book underneath. Grabbing it, Sadie saw that it was Myra's journal.

Suddenly, the firing stopped and Sadie heard the new stranger, now known as Dutch, yell, "That's my boy, Arthur. Good shooting. Goddamn O'Driscoll's boys here? Why?"

"I don't know, maybe the same reason as us," Another voice replied.

"Micah, go bring the horses closer to the house. Arthur, let's go search the cabin."

As Sadie heard the door open and footsteps above, she covered her mouth to stay quiet.

"Smells like a party in here," Sadie heard a third voice, who Sadie assumed was Arthur.

"Turn the place upside down, grab as many supplies as you can. We need the essentials: Food, medicine… whiskey," Dutch said.

"Ugh I'm starving," Arthur said.

"You should eat something now. Get your strength up for the ride back," Dutch said.

"O'Driscolls! I don't believe it."

"It's a strange one alright. Maybe they're hiding up here too. There's a big price on Colm O'Driscoll's head… nearly as big as the one on yours. Hold up, looks like there's a big old pool of blood here."

"I saw."

"Probably the poor bastard who lived here. Micah found a dead body in the wagon outside."

'Oh Jake…' Sadie kept herself calm.

"Wanting Colm dead is about the only thing me and Uncle Sam agree on."

"You know, the place is dry, and warm, we could maybe move the women and Jack down here."

"Maybe. We'll see how they are when we get back. I don't really want us to split up," Arthur said.

"I'm going to start packing the horses. You keep looking. Grab anything you think that we can use, then meet me out here."

"Hmph, poor bastard was married too… and it looks like there was a kid here too… Jesus…"

Sadie heard the footsteps leave the house, prompting her to slowly get out from under the bed, Myra's journal still in hand, as she heard Dutch say, "Arthur, go see if there's anything in that barn. Micah, you search the cabin, see what we missed."

"Sure," Arthur said.

The door opened again and this time, Sadie heard lots of thrashing and banging. Whoever was up there was practically destroying the place… what was left of it, anyways.

"What's this," She heard.

Suddenly the cellar door opened up and Sadie saw a shadow descending from above. Once he was off, he looked around and chuckled, "What do we have down here?"

Sadie watched the boots of the man approach the bed before turning to the nightstand that sat beside the bed. The man opened the drawers and sighed, "Nothing…"

Stepping back, the boots turned towards the bed and the man kneeled down and made direct eye contact with Sadie.

"Well, ain't you a cutie."

Outside

Arthur was bringing the new horse that he got from the stable towards the house when he and Dutch heard screaming from inside.

"GET AWAY FROM ME," Sadie yelled.

"Micah, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Arthur and Dutch entered the house to see Sadie on one end of the table and Micah on the other, with Sadie throwing things wildly and screaming. Arthur noticed that she was clutching to a book with one hand and throwing things with the other.

"Oh, Look what I found in the cellar. Wild thing, ain't ya?"

"Leave her alone," Dutch said.

"I wan't doing nothing. She's one of them O'Driscolls."

During this time, Sadie grabbed a knife and aimed it at Micah.

"No, she ain't Micah. Look at her. Miss, miss, are you—" Dutch was interrupted when Micah suddenly knocked the table over, breaking the lantern and setting the place on fire.

"Oh, you fool, Micah."

The sudden fire caused Sadie to drop the book and she was unable to grab it as Micah suddenly approached her. Dutch stopped Micah and pushed him towards Arthur, who quickly pushed him away as Dutch tried to comfort the O'Driscoll victim.

"Miss, now it is gonna be okay. We mean you no harm," Sadie raised the knife, but Dutch calmly placed his hands on her shoulder and armed hand, "Miss! Miss…"

Sadie looked at the book and saw that the flames were getting closer to it, "No!"

Sadie dropped the knife and quickly grabbed the book, Dutch walked towards Sadie and helped helped her up, "Come on, it'll be okay."

Knowing that she was going to comply, Dutch said, "We need to get out of here, and quick. Come on now."

Dutch quickly grabbed a curtain and wrapped it around Sadie for both protection from the weather and for privacy as they left the house.

"You okay, miss?"

"They came three days ago… and my husband, they… a-and my daughter… they took her…"

"Okay, miss. You are safe now… and you can't stay here. Come with us. Arthur."

Arthur approached Sadie and offered her his hand, "Miss, it's okay, alright? We're bad men, but… we ain't them, so… it's okay," Arthur said as he helped Sadie onto the horse, "We'll keep you safe until you figure out what you wanna do."

"I-I need to find my daughter."

"If the three of us won't last the night outdoors in this cold, you won't last five minutes, miss. I promise that we will help you find your daughter if she is alive," Dutch said.

Sadie slowly nodded as the four of them began to head back to Colter.

"What's your name miss? Miss?"

"Adler. Sadie Adler. Mrs… I… they… they were my family."

Location: Colter

"Hey, somebody's coming," The group heard, "Looks like it's Dutch. Hey everybody, Dutch is back."

"How'd you get on," Hosea asked.

"Micah found a homestead, but… he weren't the first. Colm O'Driscoll and his scum, they beat us to it. We found some of them there… but there is more about apparently… scouting a train."

"That's the last thing we need right now, Dutch," Hosea said.

"Well, it is what it is… but we found some supplies, some blankets… a little bit of food… and this poor soul, Mrs. Adler. Miss Tilly, Miss Karen, would you warm her up… give her a drink of something. And Mrs. Adler, it's gonna be okay… you're safe now."

As Sadie left, Dutch continued speaking to the group.

"They turned her into a widow and kidnapped her daughter… animals."

"She's probably dead then… or worse," Hosea said.

"Mrs. Alder mentioned that Colm had them take her to an old mining we've been in the storm the last three days, then it's possible that she may still be there," Dutch said.

"It may also be the same place where that O'Driscoll in the barn said they were holed up," Arthur said.

"Very well. With some faith, she may still be alive… but three days with the O'Driscoll gang… I think I would have preferred to be dead… I need some rest. I haven't slept in three days," Dutch said as he was escorted to his new quarters.

Location: Inside the main house in Colter

Sadie was sitting in a chair, surrounding by women and a little boy as she was holding a cup of coffee, her eyes still shedding tears.

"Mrs. Adler, we are so sorry about what happened…"

"If there is anything that we can do, please."

"I…I just want to find my daughter… she's all I have left now…"

"Ladies, I think that we should give Mrs. Adler some time to cope… come on, Jack. It's time for some rest."

Sadie continued to stare at the journal, refusing to open it as she was worried about how she would feel, before looking out of the window and into the storm, thinking to herself, 'Myra… I pray that you're okay…'