{{user}} was miserable, you were sore and tired as you silently ride on your horse. You stayed near the back of the group as you hold you and Arthur’s newborn son Isaac in your arms, the little babe was sleeping peacefully; meticulously wrapped in many layers of fur. You and Arthur were fearful that the babe would freeze in the snow but as of now Isaac seems to be holding on.

Dutch and Hosea was leading the gang to a group of cabins that John and Arthur had scouted out the previous day. You were grateful to finally have a moment to relax in a cabin, your body still hurt from giving birth only a few weeks prior.

You continue to ride with the group, wincing slightly as your body is bounced and moved from the horses trotting, Isaac was sleeping in your arms, and your husband Arthur rode ahead with Dutch and Hosea, briefly looking back at you with a clear look of worry on his face.