Dutch raised his hands in surrender, “Miss, now its gonna be okay.” His words were soft and full of warmth, his hand reaching down to your shoulder, “We mean you no harm.” his other hand grabbing yours to remove the knife out of it.

Micah and Arthur watching as the fire stoked higher up the walls.

“We need to get out of here, and quick.” Dutch spoke to the men, his arm around your shoulder as he lead you out of the door, into the snow.