Fun Fact! Horley pays the men who break you out of the prison wagon $50 each. From what I can find, Online takes place in 1898, one year before the main game, so she gave each one the equivalent of $1,544.54, and spent $3,089.08 total to bust one person out.

And that's not even counting how much she would spend to outfit them with horses, clothes, and guns!

[Is it] a beat without a melody[?]
~My Shot, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Daveed Diggs, Leslie Odom Jr., Anthony Ramos, Okieriete Onaodowan

[I'm] young, scrappy and hungry
~My Shot, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Daveed Diggs, Leslie Odom Jr., Anthony Ramos, Okieriete Onaodowan

The amount of people that Amos Lancing had condemned to death was horrifying.

Horley's mistress had spent more money than he was sure he'd ever had pass through his hands in his lifetime breaking them out and outfitting them. Some had stuck around, spitting fire and wanting nothing more than to get revenge on the man who had had them locked up for a murder they'd not committed. Others had fled, hadn't looked back. Some of them what had fled had left the surrounding states, intending on starting anew, while others had stayed in the surrounding states and done as they wished.

He'd have preferred that more had stayed around, had paid back his mistress. She'd provided them with a horse - it may not have been a good one, but even a feedlot horse wasn't terribly cheap - clothes, decent guns, and had paid one hundred dollars apiece to break them loose of the prison wagons.

The ones that had didn't remain in their camp, of course. They roamed, camped and did odd jobs. Old Man Jones had been spot on with all of them - those what he'd said had black marks on their souls took to doing the devil's work, robbing and stealing and killing, taking work, he heard, from those that were even worse than they. And those who Jones said were 'gooduns' often were, did deliveries, hunted and did mailruns, took small jobs wherever they went to put money in their pockets, broke horses to sell.

Say what you will about crazy Old Man Jones, but he could judge a man's character from a state away.

There was one woman, though, Jones couldn't seem to draw a bead on.

She called herself Evan, though like many of the folk his mistress broke out he doubted it was her real name. Jones waffled on whether she was a 'goodun' or whether her soul was tarred with sin, and it seemed every time they met he changed his mind. And even Horley and his mistress weren't entirely certain.

The woman had earned quite a name for himself, and it didn't seem a week could go by without him hearing of her. Had, with the help of that senile old man they'd put her up with, made a decent little trading company. Had some other outlaws shaking in their boots at the sound of her name, she'd earned such a name for herself as a bounty hunter (and, he knew, she'd even brought in some of the sin-stained folk he'd helped to break out of prison. It was no great loss after hearing what they'd done after being set free), and with the help of the previously-thought-deceased Maggie Fike cornered the market as a bootlegger.

Of all the folk that they'd been able to save from Lancing's machinations, she'd been the most intriguing, most promising and useful. When they called, she always came running, loyal as any dog.

That was why, Horley tried to convince himself as he stitched up her side, he was using so much of their supplies to try and save her life when he'd have left the others to die.