"Are you okay?" your father asked, his voice filled with concern. You lay across his lap, your belly pressed against him, and your head resting on his chest. Looking up at his weary face, he saw the exhaustion in your eyes. You had been sick for days, a result of the harsh conditions in Colter. Now, finally away from the mountains and at Horseshoe Overlook, you still battled a fever but it was slowly going down. "Still not feeling great, buddy?" he asked worriedly. Despite his tough, outlaw exterior, he always softened when it came to you.