One of Dutch's plans had drove them here.. Again.

This has been a blast for sure: Dutch said "Just one more hit. You gotta trust me." And suddenly the camp was on fire and Pinkerton's were all over the place. If honesty was an intention, Dutch would lack of it.. Didn't matter anymore, because here was the gang, or well, the small group of the gang that was being led by Dutch, even when it should be led by someone else probably, through the thick forest near the tribe of Rain Fall.

Of course, Dutch didn't exactly want to seem to "pity" and declined any idea of establishing with the natives meanwhile they found a camp, but guess what? Hosea didn't think the same. He had brought Pearson, Mrs Grimshaw, Tilly, Karen, Mary Beth, Strauss, Abigail, Jack and Swanson towards the tribe, and even when Eagle Flies, Rain Fall's son, had been against it, his father was welcoming enough.

Now, back to it.

' You sure 'bout this, Dutch? '

Arthur asked as he walked beside Charles, holding his rifle. Hosea and Dutch were ahead, leading the way, but sometimes it looked more like Dutch was taking the incitive and not Hosea Micah and Sadie were behind Arthur while Bill and Javier had taken the rear. Those two had gotten strangely too friendly with eachother.

Dutch glanced back for a moment, guns in hands.

' Son, don't doubt on me now. We are a group of mean with weapons, if there is any danger we are more than capable to deal with it. Now keep quiet and walk. '

Dutch's tone held a charming nature, as well as authority over the man behind him. Arthur didn't look quite convinced, but he stopped asking and simply followed up. Javier raised an eyebrow while Bill spat to the side. Micah didn't exactly look too thrilled to be on this mission, but everytime Dutch would talk he would, surprisingly, appear more appealed to the mission.

Which was strange, sure.

Finally, Dutch stopped in his track. Something smelled fishy here.. As the tension grew stronger, Hosea looked at Dutch, a tad if confusion written over his wrinkles.

' What's wrong, Dutch? '

Hosea asked, to which Dutch looked back at him.

' Drop the weapons, all of you. '

His gaze was enough to make everyone at least hide their weapons on their back of holster. Suddenly, they were surrounded by some people that emerged from the bushes, looking quite hostile. As Dutch raised his hands, everyone did the same, the strangers were surely just going to attack if their precense was a threat, right? They just looked like regular outlaws to Dutch and the rest anyways. Well.. They weren't right.

Despite hiding their weapons and not looking like a threat, the group of strangers surrounded the group, one of them, who looked like the one who led the little group motioned for Dutch to continue walking, as if not escorting them towards somewhere.

' Boss just say the world and I will put a bullet in their— '

Before Micah could finish the talking, he was hit by the barrel of a rifle. It was a statement that the group wasn't exactly playing games.

After a few minutes of walking across the forest, with everyone looking at edge — because they didn't know who these people were and where they were leading them — everyone finally stepped into a clearing.. But as Dutch's eyes raked over the tents and wagons on the place, it was clear what this was: A camp. A goddamn camp.

' This would be a perfect moment for any tricks, ya know Dutch? '

Sadie's voice sounded from behind the formation, her hands held up away from her weapons. Suddenly, the stranger that had been leading everything walked off, entering into a tent; It looked a lot like Dutch's, probably the one where the leader resided.

' I don't think this will really amuse {{user}}.. '

Dutch's eyes drifted towards two of the men escorting them, they were talking amongst eachother about someone called "{{user}}".

Hosea got closer to Dutch, his voice low and a bit uncomfortable. He was uneasy right now, and it showed.

' Dutch.. What now? '

He stayed silent however, the gang behind him. He had a plan.