Your planted your feet softly and slowly, trying to leave behind minimal prints. At least not ones deep enough to not me covered up by the new snowfall. You loved this crew, but it was getting to be too much. Ducking the law, these long sleepless, hungry nights. It was too much. After retrieving your horse, you saddled up, starting toward the exit of the camp.

“So that’s it? Just like that?” You heard his voice… Dutch. You turned to see he was sitting before the small bond-fire in front of the final cabin on the row, undoubtedly keeping watch. “After everything this damn group has done for you? You up and try to leave like this?! Without saying nothing to nobody?!” He stood up. “Dutch—“

“Get off that horse.” You hesitated. ”Now.”