Goldie managed to get her legs unstuck from the glacier as she saw Opal for the first time (not thawed) in five years.

She wasn't the little infant who was mischievous and followed her parents everywhere. She was now a little girl of five years old who definitely looks a lot like the both of them and didn't know another home besides this cave.

"Mama?" Opal said as she embraced her mother.

Goldie nodded as she saw Scrooge sticking out his hand for help. They both heard a roar from an end of the cave.

Goldie stopped the embrace as she looked at Scrooge. She merely shrugged as she blew him a kiss. She carried Opal out of the cave.

All Opal saw was that her father's eyes weld up in tears as he was left there, just to die. Opal reached her hand for him.

She didn't know this was her last time seeing him.
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"She's beautiful. Just like her mother."

That sentence that Scrooge said about Opal, haunted Goldie.

Yes Opal did look like Goldie in many ways but, Opal was looking more like Scrooge.

Opal inherited her father's accent which drove Goldie mad internally. Whenever Opal spoke, Goldie thinks she is talking with Scrooge instead of her own daughter.

That wasn't all. Whenever Goldie tried to brush Opal's hair, it would never straighten. No matter what. It would always be the bushy like whiskers her father had.

Business was rough after the Gold Rush. Not many people came by to stay. Usually just for a week and then leave.

Goldie cleaned the table as she saw Opal. Opal was looking fresh in a new white shirt with a red dress over the shirt and a red bow with her necklace that Scrooge gave her, and with two small rag dolls.

She smiled but frowned. Opal deserved better. She began thinking of selling the saloon and moving to a booming city like Duckburg or maybe Saint Canard to give Opal a better chance. Even better, to escape domestic life for once, take her on adventures, gather some treasure to save the saloon.

She was interrupted by screams of laughter as she saw Opal twirling around with the two dolls. She laughed as well. She missed being a child as well.

"Mama look!" Opal said as she showed the dolls to Goldie. One doll had pretty blonde hair with green button eyes, which wore a red satin gown. The other wore a fedora with a red and brown coat and had black button eyes.

"They wanna dance! Come play!" Goldie smiled as she picked up Opal and danced with her. She whirled her in the air for a few seconds.

Scrooge did this with her.

She plopped Opal down again. "Ah wanna do that again please!" Opal's eyes pleaded like whenever Goldie wanted something as well.

"Not now. Just give me a moment to fix something and then we'll see."

The little girl nodded and went off to play with her dolls.

The door opened and came in three men, looking neat and like they meant business.

"May I help you?" Goldie asked as she plopped a tray down.

"Miss O'Gilt I presume?" One said, firmly.

Goldie went back queasy. "Yes?" What did she do this time!?

The second man sat down in a chair and began to take out a small doll and gave it to Opal. Opal gladly took it and played with the new doll, along with her other dolls.

The second man took off his glasses and polished them. "We have been informed on your expenses and with your daughter."

"Yeah what about it?"

The third man looked at Opal and back to Goldie. "You cannot raise a child, especially that age by your self."

She was offended. "Said who?"

"Miss O'Gilt the Gold Rush is over and you have not paid the saloon yet."

"And what does that have to do anything about my daughter!" she yelled.

"Who is the little girls father?" the first man said.

Goldie fell silent. She can't tell them about Scrooge or anything about their love/hate relationship that resulted in Opal.

"He's out of the picture." she said.

"Well in that case, take the little girl. She can no longer be in custody of a woman with no husband."

"Wait what! No you can't do that!" Goldie tried to run up Opal to protect her but failed as two men held her back and the first man carried Opal and her dolls to a stage coach.

"No please! Not her!" she yelled.

"She'll be in good hands."

The two men threw her at the tables where Goldie rubbed her forehead and blood poured down. She went up and began her counterattack but her vision was blurry after that blow in the head.

"Mama!" Opal yelled as Goldie was thrown like some sack.

"Hush child! You must never do that again," the third man said. "Somewhere else will be your home now."
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Opal didn't know where she was going or what will happen to her. She knew she didn't like these men or where she was going. She knew she's not going to see her mom in a long time.

The coach stopped four hours later into a small city that was under construction and seemed to be getting more immigrants.  The second man picked up Opal and brought her dolls as well. The third man took it away from her.

"You won't need these in a while now young miss. Not where your going."

He snatched the doll away from her and hid them in his pockets. She knew how to get them back eventually.

They led her to a small room where an old, graying duck in a blue dress was sitting.

"Miss Grace. Here is the young girl from Dawson that we have been informed of."

Grace looked up at Opal. Her face sneered at the young child. She was beyond beautiful.

"What is the young girl's name?" the woman asked.

"We have no idea." the first man said.

"Me name is Opal!" she said, nervously.

"Quiet child! No one asked you!" Grace said. She took her by the face and slapped her across the face, leaving a red mark. Opal's eyes widened. She was never slapped before. Whenever Goldie got upset, she'd usually yell.

"She's Irish?" Grace asked.

"I don't know ma'am," the first one said, "Sounds like Scottish."

Her eyes glazed in tears as Opal wanted to show that she is Scottish and her necklace. She closed her beak and decided not to say anything at all.

"She cannot be called Opal anymore. Maybe Gertrude or Macy or Prudence. Yes Prudence! What a pretty name!" Grace said, eyes sparkling.

"Well ah don't like it. Sounds boring." she muttered.

"What did you just say ungrateful child? I give you a pretty name and you don't like it?!" Grace swung her hand but Opal ducked which caused Grace to lose her balance and topple over.

"Watch out boys. We have a feisty one on our sleeves. She must get rid of the accent and must go by proper training. Her new name will be Prudence Duckpin. If anyone wants to adopt her, fine by me but it's their fault if they do. Now assign her a room and get out of my sight."

Opal was lead to a small room with a horrible bedspread color and only one window and cabinet.

"Your class schedule will be coming shortly. Anything else Prudence?"

"Me name is..."

"It's Prudence. If you have anything else that belonged to you before, you must destroy it before Miss Grace does as well."

The men walked out. As they left, she got out her necklace. Why is a dime a necklace? She shook her head. She can't get rid of this! She went to her closet and found a small shoe box and putted the necklace there. Soon she'd get her dolls back.

For now, she has to call this horrible place home.