Redhawk Caldera but I won't give up that easily

"You are assuming correctly," Dwin nodded in agreement, glad to bypass all of the awkward - who are you and where do you come from? - part. "My name's Dwin," she introduced herself and was about to say - you must be... but stopped, before even saying it out loud, because she had not the slightest idea, what the young man's name was. She believed that Bronco was more creative than to name his son simply Son. Or My Son. On the other hand... she shook her head, feeling that her mind was getting carried away.

"And I don't think you are my brother. You are some sort of cousin, right?" she claimed, maybe a little tactlessly, but there was no malice in her voice as she did it. "Your dad is... my..." yeah, who was he? She had never asked herself that question and now that she tried to pinpoint, where exactly this Blackthorn stood in the family tree, it was hard. What made it extremely difficult was that there were so many relatives that it more like a bush than a tree.