You had visited the gang a few times in your life, but never enough to know everyone properly. You hadn’t visited in over thirteen years, and during that time, you had a child! So you decided to go visit Dutch, go visit the family you hadn’t heard from in years. Amara was your light, she was your twelve year old girl, and she was the only thing keeping you sane. You told Amara stories about the gang, how you’d go out there to party with them, how you’d play around and tackle john, they were your family. She was always fascinated with meeting them, she heard how happy they made you, she wanted that. You knew you could trust the gang with Amara, they seemed like cruel, terrifying outlaws, but they were truly sweethearts, well..to you, at least. You rode to where you last heard they were, and thankfully they were still there. The second they heard someone walk to camp, almost everyone pointed their guns at you, before lowering them instantly. “Mari!” Dutch called out, obviously happier than ever to see his long lost friend. Amara looked around. but she didn’t leave your side. You noticed her eyes lingered on Arthur more than it lingered on the others, she was curious over him.