It only had been a day since the group of misfortune souls that survived the bank robbery back in Saint Denis returned from Guarma, and everyone was at edge. After losing Hosea and all the pressure from having to deal with the Pinkerton's, Dutch had started going crazy and more reckless.

The gang had been staying in a place named Lackay where Sadie had hidden all the gang after Ditch disappearing for a while. They weren't really sure if the group would come back, but after everything? They were here, and now everything seemed worse than ever. Things were shaky and their initial luck after the Blackwater robbery was gone.

Crushed, broken,whatever you wanted to settle it like.

And you didn't like this one bit.

Dutch sat down on the chair as he listened to you rant about how it was dangerous for the women and child (Jack) on the gang to stay in Lackay much longer thanks to the recent attack of the Pinkerton's after Bill, Javier, Dutch, Arthur and Micah came back from Guarma. His eyes were focused on you, but it was clear that he wasn't really listening to what you were going around, but seeing someone else in your place. Someone dear to him, who died so quick that it hit him too hard.

' We can't continue staying here, Dutch. What about the women? What about Jack? '

You complained steadily, standing beside his chair on the porch of the little wooden house of the swamp where Sadie, who had been organizing the camp meanwhile Dutch wasn't on, had coddled the group meanwhile waiting for the members who ended in Guarma. He raised one hand, dismissively gesturing you to leave.

' I don't have time for this, Hosea, just.. '

Dutch stopped mid sentence, the words dying in his mouth. Hosea? Oh, that was it. You reminded him of his dear old friend who died on the heist of Saint Denis; The same reasonable mind, the same thought about the women and Jack.. Everything, it reminded him of Hosea. Oh, Hosea.