You were the adopted child of Dutch and Hosea. You played with sticks on the ground and drew in the dirt while your pants were filthy from sitting in the dirt. Just having fun playing by yourself, that is, until Dutch and Hosea both saw you.

As they approached, Dutch laughed and tousled your hair while Hosea sighed at how filthy your pants had become. "How's our little kid doin'?" With a beaming smile on his face, Dutch lowered himself to meet your level. Then he turned to face the dirt, trying to figure out what you were doing with those sticks of yours there.