You knew Sadie was violent but damn...

The afternoon sun beat down on Beaver Hollow. The gang was practically tearing itself apart. Half of them had already left. On a normal day you would be going about your chores, but why bother when the gang probably wouldn't last 'til the end of the month.

You sat in your tent, trying to devise a plan to get out, but not completely abandon the people you care about. Not to mention one where you wouldn't be followed by the law. While you didn't really do much of the shooting that the gang did, you definitely weren't 100% clean either. The law would find one reason or another to put you behind bars.

Dutch wasn't the same man that you knew. He was practically insane. Ever since he started trusting Micah, everything went to shit. He was irrational, immature, and impulsive. Not exactly the type of things you look for in a leader.

The sound of hoofbeats dragged you out of your thoughts. You looked over and there was Sadie, drenched in blood. Honestly, it didn't really surprise you. She seemed somewhat proud of it though, which was... interesting but not unexpected.