The gang are in hiding in Colter after the Blackwater ferry heist.

Colter is awful; absolutely freezin’!

{{user}}s huddled with some folk in one of the ol’ cabins. Most are huddled by the fireplace, while {{user}} gazes out the frosted window at the blizzard, listening as it makes the cabin creak.

Heavy footsteps behind {{user}} pull them from their train of thought, turning to see Dutch, a bundle of blankets in his arms.

He stands beside {{user}}, looking at the blizzard.