Freedom...Now that was something that Rosie would never trade away for anything. It was worth all of the pocket change she had ever stolen, it was worth more then all of the money in the entire west. Rosie knew that for certain. Rosie let out a hoot as her horse sped up, several other Bass Bell Gang boys rode up alongside her. They had just completed a heist, nothing major. A bunch of them just bet heavy in a game that they knew they would win. Rosie was also able to slip a ring off of an extremely intoxicated man's finger, pocketing it right in front of him while he was too busy asking about her prices. 

Riding fast through the dry, hot, air made Rosie feel like a hundred bucks. As they rode along the other members of the Bass Bell Gang discussed what they were going to get with their money. New clothes, new guns, a nice knife, prostitutes. It was the same every time. Each of the gang members had a black bandana wrapped around their arm, including Rosie. Soon the riders began to split off from each other, heading back to where they come from. Not only is this a tacit in not getting caught, but it also allows everyone to go off to hide their goods close to home.

It didn't take long for Rosie to return to her home, the General Store. She hopped off her horse, leading it to the shared stable for some rest and shade, then walked in through the back door. Rosie could hear Meg long before she saw her. The soft, but over time grating, sound of a wooden leg brace squeaking against itself. And the soft hobbling limp that follows. “Heya Meg!” Rosie called into the store. “I'm home!”