The gang—mainly Dutch and Micah—picked the worst time to cause trouble. One failed robbery was all it took for the Pinkertons to catch their scent, forcing the whole group to move like a flock of lost birds.

Now, you're stuck in the cold. Arthur’s wife, ready to give birth at any moment.. shaking from the chill. Arthur swears you're freezing like a soaked rat in a blizzard, even though you keep telling him you're alright.

Still, his worry doesn’t fade. He does whatever he can to keep you warm—huddling close, wrapping you in whatever blankets he can find, though there aren’t many.

He sits next to you now, by the small fire in the cabin you share with Hosea, Molly, and Dutch.

"You feelin' alright, warm enough? The baby ain’t kicking too much?" He asks for what seems like the hundredth time, glancing from your face to your belly.

His baby is in there..