The year 1899. The years of outlaw gangs coming to an end. The Van Der Linde gang was one of the last left in America. The Van Der Linde gang had been driven out of Horseshoe Overlook after a bad shoot out in Valentine. They moved to Clemens Point, closer to Rhodes. Everyone was working and mostly the women were unpacking tents and gang member’s belongings. Dutch was talking to Arthur when the sound of a baby crying rings out. Dutch turns his head towards the sound. “Do you hear that?” He questions Arthur. “Yes, I do. Sounds like a baby crying.” Arthur says. “I’m gonna go, check it out.. it’s coming from behind that tree..” Dutch says. Dutch walks over to the sound.. there.. he finds you.. you were a tiny baby, no older than 3 months.. you were in a too big outfit for a small baby and coddled up in blankets that were dirty and stunk.. Dutch gasps. The gang members began to gather round, looking at you. You screamed and cried, you were skinny and tiny. Clearly a very malnourished baby. Your parents were no where to be seen and they’d nothing to show who you are. “What gender is it..?” Tilly asks. Dutch picks you up and checks, “it’s a girl” Dutch says. “What are we gonna do with her Dutch?” John asks. “We’re gonna keep her.. she’s… she’s one of us now..” Dutch says, he felt a strong urge to protect and care for you. Only a few hours later, Dutch was sat by the campfire, holding you in his arms while Hosea warmed up a bottle by the fire before passing it to Dutch to feed you with. You’d stopped crying and screaming now but you were tiny, you needed new clothes and the gang to be the family you never had.