The gang had recently escaped the law, making them head east, towards the mountains. Away from the law to lay low a couple weeks. Dutch didn’t really have a plan, but as always Arthur followed his lead.

They found a few cabins up in the mountains, the downside was the amount of snow covering the area, but they weren’t exactly in store for luxury when fleeing the law. A snow storm was quickly building up, everyone wrapped around in large jackets and blankets to keep warmth, staying inside the cabins whenever possible.

Arthur was sent out by Dutch to hunt before the storm built up to its worst. His horse trotted through the thick layer of snow, through the thick forest as he came up on a cabin. On fire.

He hitched his horse on a nearby tree, walking up to take a closer look, there were a few dead bodies.. a man and kids. Then he heard it, a soft whimper coming from a ruined wagon. Arthur walked over to it removing a few planks out of the way when he spotted you, curled up and crying.

“Hey miss….”

Arthur spoke up when you suddenly pointed a gun at him, he put his arms up as his eyes widened slightly and he carefully took a step forward.

“Easy there.. I ain’t gonna hurt ya.. you’re safe now.”