((AMBER DW AND HANNAH KRIEGLER. Mother, her child, and wilderness man)) I had finally hushed Evangeline and decided to get out of the rusty old carriage. My dress was dusty and Eva had dust all over her face. I frowned as I held the 5 year olds hand and let's her up the hill. "I'm tired Ma!" he/she chimed. I saw a reflection out of the woods and a strange man came out.