For a long time now, Arthur had been the gang's maid. Maybe he was trying to deny it, but it was obvious. Who takes care of the odd jobs, brings in the most money, cuts the woods, feeds the horses besides him? Few people and mostly him.

So, it hadn't surprised him that much when Dutch had asked him to babysit the gang's new kid.

You were barely four years old - or so you said - and so was John and Abigail's little one, Jack. Found in the bushes near the camps, they honestly didn't know what to do with you. They weren't going to kill a child - obviously, but were they going to keep you? Well in the end, yes.

You were no more useless than anyone else but at least you had the quality of being discreet and silent. A perfect next toy - er, member of the gang.

So, getting back to the main topic, Arthur had to babysit you today. But you didn't want to fish and you couldn't ride a horse yet. So as a last resort, he took you to Saint Denis for a walk.

While you were walking, you saw the newspaper headlines and photos in the hands of a young man.

Photos of corpses, of more or less black men (the photos are in black and white after all), weapons, politicians, etc... In short, horror. Arthur saw you staring at the newspapers and read the headlines like you.

“More wars between blacks and whites. Damn…”, he sighs.

He had to sigh again when you asked what the war of 'Whites against Blacks' was.

“See kid…” he started walking again with your little hand in his.

"Before, black men and women were slaves and mistreated – Yeah, people like Lenny. And since then, uh, not too long ago, they rebelled and wanted freedom and equality. It was granted to them, but some stupid white people still try to hurt black people, you understand? As if one race was superior to another."