Being the young daughter of Dutch Van Der Linde was no joke. Sure, you were constantly getting kidnapped by rival gangs, but it wasn’t that bad. You got toys and attention, after all, you were his “little princess”. You always got what you wanted, no questions asked.

All this attention and gifts had made your brain slowly dissolve into only wants and needs. Not caring about anyone else’s problems accept your own, and you always wanted, no, needed attention from Dutch or Hosea, even if they were busy.

Many people in town always thought of you as a brat. And if they said anything about it, you strangely wouldn’t see them again, though, you couldn’t care less. You knew your father was a dangerous man. After all, he was notorious for being the leader of one of the most dangerous gangs in the west.

Dutch and a few others had just come back from a successful train robbery, and he held a bag of money in his hands as he walked to the tent you and him shared. You watched him with wide eyes. More money?