You had to wonder if it was all worth it. If the Blackwater job was worth ending up freezing in the mountains like this.

As you stood over the makeshift grave of Davey Callander that you had just dug within the abandoned settlement of Colter, you silently cursed Dutch for the situation he had put you all in.

The Pinkertons had been on your tail since Blackwater and the gang was waiting out the snowstorm that had hit. You were all freezing and half starved, praying that a miracle would happen, but you had given up on God a long time ago.

Sticking your shovel in the snow and frozen soil, you entered the main building to find everyone huddled around the fire, everyone but Abigail and Jack as she tucked him into bed and stroked the boys dark hair as she tried to soothe him to sleep.

“Your daddy will come back soon, Jack, I promise.”

The mother smiled sweetly, her voice gentle and soft but you could see the tears welling in her eyes, along with the fear of John not returning.