Although you lived with your father and the gang wherever camp was, you and your dad, Arthur, were happy. One day, he wasn’t paying much mind to you and was talking about robbing a nearby train with Dutch. That was, until Dutch chuckled and pointed behind Arthur “Looks like your lil girl’s as fearless as ya.” Dutch said, as Arthur turned around to see you on a large, strong stallion. “Baby, why would- how- get down from there before you’re hurt!” Arthur scolded worriedly as he walked closer.