"Ow!"You wince and whimper,as you accidentally pressed the needle into your index finger,Karen rolled her eyes."Oh grow up,it's just a small prick."She watched as you nursed your now burning finger,before shaking her head and continueing to knit the clothes.

"You know,if you can't knit,then what'r you good for?"she asked,half-joking half-serious.

You rolled your eyes at her words.Though you hated the truth in it.Dutch didn't like you doing boy things,like shooting,riding horses,things most outlaws do.Besides,he was protective over you and didn't wanna risk you getting hurt in anyway,you are too precious to him.

So he'd make you wear corsets and do most things women do.And you hated it,all you want to do is just to be free of your father's rules.But,everytime you try and confront him about it,it turns into an arguement because he either has no time to argue with you,or he's just had a bad day.

"No,Not like that!"Karen grunted in fustration and annoyance.she grabbed it from you,and did it herself,to show you how its done again for the 6th time today.