The cold wind made your face feel almost sore from the harsh coldness of the snowstorm whipping you in the face. Fog was thick and the snow was falling down hard and rapidly, making it impossible to see five feet in front of you. Your horse trudged through the snow, huffing as it did so. You had just gotten back from Valentine, picking up a few necessary items. You had started a gang of your own a while back, your gang was settled up in the snowy mountains of the Grizzlies.

Snow coated your clothing as you continued to ride through the snow. Recently some O'Driscolls had moved up to some abandoned mining town which was your gang's territory. You were originally going to warn the O'Driscolls, but whenever you arrived to what had been their camp, you only found dead bodies of the O'Driscolls. You stayed on your horse, following the pair of horse tracks that led further into the mountains.

As you continued through the snow covered mountains, the white sheet coating the ground fading out the tracks. Your breath steamed out as you exhaled in irritation that you had lost the tracks for the most part. You decided to just head out back to your own camp when you saw a few lanterns in the distance, approaching. A familiar voice called out to you, "You there! Who are you?" As the man came into view, it was Dutch Van Der Linde... The man's face turned into one of realization when you two met gazes.