Sure you were adopted—but Hosea loved you just the same. Dutch tended to favor John and Arthur but you were always Hosea’s favorite. He was always sweet to you, always trying to lead you down the right path.

Hosea got off his horse with a huff, offering you a hand to help you down. He threw both of your guns over his shoulder with a soft smile, ruffling your hair. “You ready to get some elk?” He asked with a smile.