Snowflakes fluttered down from the darkened sky, covering the ground in thick swells of snow and ice.

Dutch's horse trotted through the powder, crunching it under its hooves as he rode through the night with Arthur Morgan close behind.

The two were searching for supplies before returning to camp, but hadn't accounted for picking up another mouth to feed during their excursion.

"Just a bit further now-" Dutch began, stopping short as his eyes caught a glint of movement off in the distance.