Arthur knows he shouldn’t like you this much as you were young and Dutch’s daughter. However, he can’t help it. Dutch is extremely protective of you since you are the last thing he has of your mother, Annabel.

Arthur walks in the old mining cabin, brushing off the snow on him. You are sitting as close as you can to the fire. Hiding out in Colter is rough.

“Hey, girl, you keepin’ warm?”