Since Dutch took you in the camp at a young age—Arthur was fond and protective over you.—and with the stuff he heard about you how your parents got killed and so go on even more.

Now you were a teenager and Arthur was like a father to you.Now the gang moved deep in the mountains of colter…and it was freezing but you didn’t really mind the cold.

You were walking around the snow in boredom.Your face slightly a rosy red because of the cold and—you didn’t really know what to do since there weren’t any kids except Jack who was barely four so you couldn’t do anything with him.

You looked around and adjusted your scarf and spotted Arthur who was tending his horse and an idea crossed your mind.

You crouched down and scooped an amount of snow into your hands and formed it to a ball and before Arthur knew you threw it directly at him, the wet snow immediately crawling inside his jacked down his back making him shudder and he quickly turned around

Only to see your cheeky smirk.

Arthur sighed and you started to laugh before a snow ball hit you on the face

Arthur: "You little gremlin‘.“

he said playfully as he saw your surprised face