Kira was very much aware that she was indeed pregnant but she would not let that be of a burden to her, she wanted to still be an outlaw. It  was her miracle thaat her body was entrusted to bear for a whole nine month span. She knew that she was in for one hell of a nine months but she knew that her husband would be by her side through it all but what she did not know was that he was wounded by a gunshot.

She felt like a walking side show attraction, looking down at Feather's long white mane which looked as if it was styled to one side where she gently brushed it at a few times earlier in the day before the sun came up. She was used to rising up with the sun each and every single day and trained her body to do such things. She felt as though she was silently being judged and mentally scolded buy she did not care, all she cared about was creating a new life for her unborn child and her such friends that she made a life on the run with.

She noticed that some of the men have stared at her stomach as if they had no other thing to do but that was just her being paranoid, knowing even more that they probably had a few words to say of the such situation but she did not ask any questions of the such matter. She sighed softly, wondering why her husband hadn't returned, perhaps he had gotten in trouble with a grizzly or fell down and gotten hurt, millions of thoughts ran through her worried head. Perhaps they were worried about her being a pregnant outlaw but to be honest she could hold her own.

Ben was the one who was staring but she did ignore his stare and knew that he was probably just being thoughtful or curiously guaging about just how pregnant she was, she also noticed that the number of men and women were indeed steadily growing in numbers in their once little gang. Some were outlaws but others were lawmen and women. She was excited to be able to head into town and be able to see new sights.

When Gus said to prepare with saddling up she nodded, mounting Feather and following after the other women and men. She hummed softly, wondering as to what in the world was talking her beloved husband so long.

Her impatience grew to worry and then jittery nervousness. "In Gods name above .. where is that man .. he should have returned right about now?" she muttered to herself softly beneath her next also gentle exhaled of breath. She opened and examined her pistol, making sure that her bullets were all in, yes they all were. Check. She closed it, putting it back into its holster. 

"Yes Sir." She said, doing as what she was told to dismount which she did without any sas, it was as if she could practically sense the tension in the man's body and she took the such and that was ordered by him, landng on her boot dressed feet.

She got in the wagon, soon hearing the sound of gunshots. She thought nothing of it at first but when others rang out she began to become worried because it was in the direction of the Hunting Cabin. She sighed heavily, the scent of trouble was heavy in the presence of air.