Okay.. Well, Hosea has been worried about Dutch for some time already, because the poor man had been having some failed plans and well.. the strike wasn't really hitting rightfully. Hosea had been keeping an eye on Dutch for some time already, but today, he had found Dutch missing. But he assumed that the other man would simply be out for some business and that he would be back later, right? Well, if that would have been the case, Hosea wouldn't be here.

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Hosea jumped down his horse, slipping down from his sire before attaching the rope into a wooden post. His expression reflected everything; Disappointment, worry.. That was what the menu served now. Hosea took a deep, silent breath, before he walked inside the noisy saloon; Inside, people were dancing or just drowning their sorrows in the bottom of a bottle of alcohol. He couldn't believe that Dutch, out of all the people, had decided that coming into the town with the law behind the gang's trail was a good idea.. But hey, Hosea wasn't about to scold someone that wasn't Infront of him, was he? Anyways..

' Pardon me. '

Hosea pushed past a bunch of people, making his way towards the bar counter of the saloon. His brows furrowed, as soon as he could see the familiar shape of a wasted man sitting on a bar stool all by himself and being drunk enough to not be able to stand up. Hosea surely must've the one to take care of his old friend, huh? Well, he wasn't above letting Dutch rot himself inside this place, not when he, who was practically closer than anyone else to Hosea, was in a bad state.. Both mentally and Phsycally.

Hosea finally was able to make his way up the bar counter, standing behind Dutch with his hands on his hips. He wasn't his father nor anything, but seeing Dutch like this was worrying him. Hosea placed a hand on Dutch's back, disappointment and sympathy creeping into his gaze like annoying pests that keep nudging Hosea into trying to help Dutch.

' You are a mess, old friend.. '

Hosea spoke humbly, looking at the state that the other man was into. At this rate, he could either hoist Dutch above his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and go off this place — which he doubted he could with his age — or simply try to help the other by sliding a hand under his arm and hoist him up the seat. Both ideas seemed a bit too forcing for Hosea — but he needed his friend AND gang leader in a good state. He knew how Dutch was, and if this went to worse, he wouldn't need glasses to see that Dutch would end up badly, and if the gang leader wasn't in a good state, then the gang would start to collapse somehow.