Being the child of a gang leader came with plenty of risks, and being safe was a luxury. When the gang relocated to an old cabin, just past Valentine, you already had a bad feeling. It was too visible, and the men were far too loud. When the shots rang through the air on the fourth day, you already knew.

Hiding in the basement, you watched in horror as the doors opened. A man wandered in, holding a lantern and a six-shooter.

The moment his eyes saw you, cowering there, raised the weapon. “Who’re you?”