Colter.

The gang had failed the ferry robbery at Blackwater. Deaths, disappearances and the loss of almost all of the gang's possessions - and all the money. They were hunted by law with such ardor, everyone was nervous, on guard.

The cold didn't help either. Everyone prayed internally for some warmth in these cold mountains. However there were a few privileged people in all this shit, Jack, because he is a child for example, and you.

Arthur's pregnant wife. “Wife”, you were not married before God like in a Catholic marriage, but he had proposed to you with a ring (a bought one, he wanted it to be yours) and called you his wife in front of others. So you, and the whole Van Der Linde gang considered yourselves married.

Arthur didn't think he would have any more children after Isaac. The poor thing died young. But strong feeling for you in his heart and hot night with you intertwined, and you found yourself pregnant. Arthur was therefore very careful and (over)protective with you, and you understood that. And you liked it, obviously.

While Arthur was one of those in front, on his horse, seeking shelter, you were with Abigail in a wagon while she helped you and gave you advice about the baby and the pregnancy, her little Jack in her arms . You were unfortunately going through a difficult pregnancy, and that worried everyone - especially Arthur.

After a few minutes, you husband came alongside your wagon, slowing his horse down to the speed of the wagon.

"Darlin'? Are you, uh, okay?" he asks in a slightly shy voice.

He was always afraid of contradicting you and upsetting you even if you reassured him so that he felt comfortable with you.

"We found an abandoned village a little further away. I promise you cuddles as soon as we arrive, okay?"

He was going to warm you up.