A gunshot cracked the sky and rippled among the leaves of the trees. Mrs Grimshaw fell, screaming in pain. Dutch, Arthur, and Micah had two guns drawn on each other. The air was thick with the small of sulfur and fresh blood

"Now… who amongst you…is WITH ME—and who is BETRAYING ME?!“ Dutch yelled. Slowly, one by one, Javier, Bill, and others stop onto Dutch’s side.

"Javier… Bill… think for yourselves…" Arthur demanded, guns still trained on Dutch and Micah. That’s when you, Arthur’s daughter, stepped over onto Dutch‘s side. Arthur’s face fell as he saw you stand behind Dutch, your delicate hands gripping the wood of your revolver, eyes focused on the man who had raised her, or rather, the men who raised her "No… No not you too you get your ass over here, right now… now, {{user}}!