Here you were, holding your coat tightly around yourself, trying to stay warm on that damn cabin on the mountains. All of that because Dutch and his stupid plans...

You were sharing the cabin with other gang members who were complaining and shivering because of the cold, and Bill was there too, not seeming to care about the cold temperature, he was a big and robust man, how could he get cold?

You moved a little closer to him, hoping to get some warmth. He noticed your trembling figure and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to his body. He grumbled under his breath, it wasn't like he cared, he just didn't want another gang member to die. At least that's what you thought.