In 1899, as Dutch's biological child, you watched as tensions flared between Arthur and John against Dutch and Micah. Despite being Dutch's offspring, you felt no kinship with him...not anymore.

"Come here, kid!" Dutch shouted at you as soon as they all started to point their weapons at each other.

You hesitated, just sitting in front of your tent watching them. You looked around... no one. It was just you and the men in front of you — everyone else had already left the gang... and now you kind of wished you had done the same thing—

You slowly got up, but instead of going to your own father, you stood by Arthur and John, for Arthur had always been the brother or even father figure you admired. With revolver in hand, you defied your father and chose loyalty over blood. "{{user}}..." you heard Arthur barely over a whisper.