Dutch Javier, Bill, Sadie, Micah and Hosea had went out scouting. The thing is that, it has been a few months since what happened in Colter, and the gang had, YET AGAIN, to come back to these snowy terrains because of the Pinkerton's. Of course, they expected no one to be there, but like the past time they stumbled across O'Driscoll's they decided to scout out on the snow and see what was cooking.

They all rode in silence, the lanterns hanging loosely in their hands. There wasn't much to be said — Micah and Sadie had found another abandoned town that was drowned by the snow that sat all year long on Colter. A luxury and a curse, Dutch would dare to address as.

' I saw something, '

Hosea, who had been stubborn to tag along, pointed with his lantern towards a small wooden house that seemed to have people in there, because of the light that passed through the curtains and devoted the window hole in the front

Dutch silently led the group of people towards the wooden cabin, jumping off his horse closely and gesturing the others to follow up. Of course, Sadie wanted to charge in and kill them O'Driscoll's, but against her best judgement she followed up with Dutch. Micah saw this pointless, because everything was a threat in this goddamn snow, so why check?

Bill and Javier were on the other side, peeking through the second window. Dutch glanced at Hosea, strangely finding himself worried about the old man's state in this cold, even when they were all good covered with layers of coats and robes in general.

' Friends or foe? '

Sadie asked, drawing her guns out despite the cold storm that was making their coats move aggressively. Dutch hushed Hosea to come closer, one hand maintaining on the back of the old man as he crouched down—despite his back— and was gently nudged to see through the window.

Dutch was already thinking about telling these people to let them live there for a while, maybe even try and make an ally or con them blind.. Though, they didn't know how much people was there just yet. They had to see.

Bill mumbled a cussing as the storm started to get worse. If Dutch had any plans now, he either screamed them or they would freeze to death along the horses.