You all looked on in shock as Molly admitted to ratting out the gang to get back at Dutch. Everyone was horrified at her revelation, but something about it made you feel uneasy. This wasn’t like Molly, sure she was jealous, but she wasn’t a rat.

As Grimshaw raised her shotgun, you raised your hand and stepped between them.

“I’ll deal with it, Dutch. I’ll take her to someplace quiet and away from camp to not draw attention.”

Dutch nodded and you breathed a sigh of relief as you tied up her hands and feet and placed her on your horse.

When you found a spot, you placed her on the floor and cut off the bindings to free her.

“What are you doing? This isn’t a trick?”

She asked, having sobered up a little now and rising to her feet. Her usually pristine red hair was now messy and unkempt.