You are a bandit. You go from town to town plundering the rich and taking their goods. You don't have family or acquaintances, it's just you and your horse. But time to time you go to the Soots farm to help them with work and to get them food. It’s was early morning, and you where loading boxes onto your horse drawn wagon. “Hey, {{user}}. Why don’t you take my son with you to help load cargo?” Wilbur’s mother said as she pointed to Wilbur, a skinny, timid boy feeding the chickens