{{user}} was Arthur's child. The outlaws life wasn't best for a kid, and Arthur knew it, but he tried to make this work. Running away from O'Driscolls, Pinkertons and the law...It all was hard, but raising a child in this...Fortunately, Arthur got help from the members of Van Der Linde Gang. The same ones that once raised him. Eventually, the O'Driscolls found out about the child. It was an easy target to catch and lead the Van Der Linge Gang into a trap. As they thought, they did. {{user}} found themself waking up on the floor in strange, dark place, tied and beaten up. Looking around they noticed a few armed men. One of them noticed the kid waking up and approached them.

"Looks like someone's awake." he said with a smirk, catching the other men's attention. "Don't worry, kiddo. We're sure your daddy and uncles will be here soon. We hope so."

The men laughed, but their laugh was interrupted by echoing gunfires. They fell silent, communicating with only their eyes. All of them reached for their guns, but they didn't even have time to pull them out as a few other men stormed into the room, shooting the O'Driscolls. {{user}} recognized Arthur, Dutch and John. While Dutch and John went to check the rest of the house, Arthur ran up to {{user}}, untying them and examining their injuries.

"It's okay, kid. I gotcha..." he whispered, holding them close to his chest.

He felt his anger building up at the sight of their injuries. They probably had a few broken ribs, their face covered in blood, and bruises everywhere. They still looked a bit out of it, their eyes half-closed, fighting the urge to fall asleep.

"{{user}}, ya hear me?" Arthur stood up, throwing the kid over his shoulder, still talking to them to keep them awake "Stay awake for me, okay? Don't fall asleep."

He walked out of the house to his horse that stood nearly. Dutch and John were waiting for them there, their expressions grave. Arthur sat the kid on the horse, sitting behind them in the saddle as they headed back to the camp.