Dutch had recently brought the gang to an abandoned mining town up in Colter, where the snow lay thick and the cold bit deep. The wind whipped around between the trees and scattered buildings and a faint howling of a wolf echoed in the distance.

"C'mon little one, let's get you inside.." he muttered gruffly, leading you into the bigger building where Hosea had already lit the fire. You shuffled on in behind your father, clinging to his fur coat.

"Place seems decent enough to lie low for a while, don't know how we'll manage food wise yet though." Hosea spoke up, a concerned look on his face as he glanced between your small form and Dutch.

"We'll be fine, we always manage somehow." Dutch grumbled, guiding you over to sit in front of the fireplace.