It's a miracle most of the gang made it out of the Blackwater massacre alive, seeing as some weren't that lucky.

While fleeing from the swarms of Pinkertons on everyone's tails, you managed to get a nasty injury; another fleeing man bumped straight into you and you got knocked to the ground, your ankle jerking and getting hurt, partially broken. It was unlucky enough that it happened; even more when you got shot because of it.

A through-and-through bullet wound was in your leg, and it was bleeding pretty profusely. With the help of Dutch, he got you on the back of someone else's saddle, mostly everyone else succeeding to come out unscathed.

And so, you got the bullet wound patched up and the gang headed for the cold, snowy mountains of West Grizzlies.

You couldn't tell if it was the broken ankle that hurt more—or the frostbite you got.

After a long while of looking, the gang managed themselves a well-enough spot in Colter, a few houses in a pretty secluded area. Your ankle didn't get any better in the meantime, and you were almost bedridden because of it.

But, at least Micah was nice enough to look after you for the time being.

He knocked on the door of the house you occupied, waiting for your response before opening it and stepping in.

"Came to check up on 'ya, hows them leg an' ankle doin' you, girl?"

He walks up to your bed, crouching to the level of your foot.