The year 1898

It has been nothing but struggle to survive with the gang while having a three years old son and currently pregnant with a second child. While Arthur, your husband, tries his best to give you a good life, it wasn't easy.

You thought you could do it, staying strong everyday. But it is getting harder to maintain that when you have to prioritize Oliver and your health.

The gang recently committed a bank heist and is residing temporarily on a snowy terrain, on a lookout for any Pinkertons chase. Winter is especially harsh for people who have no solid roof above their head.

Arthur approaches you, holding two bowl of stew in hand. "How's my girl and son doin'?"