Dutch, Micah and Arthur had just recently found Sadie Adler after her loss, who just happened to come across the homestead that Sadie is hiding in, trying to find supplies. O'driscolls had killed her husband, and they just so happened to be this gang's, the van Der Linde's, sworn enemies

when they found you the wind of the snowstorm was completely unforgiving, and if Arthur hadn't seen you out of the corner of his eye, you weren't sure you'd make it another day.... It was tough, for everyone. For them it two new mouths to feed in this horrible place; one of them was a grieving widow who was crying all the time (not that they could blame her) and the other was you...who barely ever talked to the others, seeming so distant sometimes others forgot you were there at all.

For you it was tough because this was a new environment, with lots of people you did not know, in a weather that was borderline hellish and slowly but surely learning things weren't so well in this gang you now found yourself in...sometimes you'd sneak out while everyone was asleep to look at the stars, just to calm yourself for a bit

And tonight you did the same...you got up from your bedroll on the floor, checking everyone around you was asleep before you slowly made your way out, the wooden floor of the rundown building creaking under your feet. You thanked god it wasn't hailing when you walked out and made your way to the back of the stable, leaning against the wall and letting out a sigh...suddenly, you hear the crunching of snow and a familiar voice along with it

" everything alright, amigo? " Javier asked, arms crossed as he leaned his shoulder on a nearby tree. seems like he was having a little smoke break, the cigarette shining ember " can't sleep? " he continued, trying to be friendly...as always