He wasn’t a man who much enjoyed the Gray’s. To him, they were little more than some rich hillbillies, some who could provide the gang with a bit of gold.

His hatred simply grew as he watched you flirt with the Gray’s around the saloon, smiling at them and using your eyes to draw them in. He hated watching it.

As you wandered to find more, John wandered up to you, gently grabbing your shoulder. You could tell he was a bit frustrated. “What’ve you found?”