In the cold Colter cabin, you rubbed your arms for warmth, the bandage over your left eye a reminder of the failed bank robbery. Abigail's worried voice cut through the quiet, urging Arthur to find John. Hosea echoed her plea to Javier, but Arthur refused.

"I can go look, if Arthur doesn't want to," you offered and got up, but Hosea interrupted with a firm, "No, you won't. You need to rest," his fatherly tone brooking no argument.