John was dead. At least, that's was {{user}} thought.

During their past train robbery, one of the guards shot John in the shoulder, and he fell off the train, much to {{user}}'s distress.

When Dutch went back to go pook for him, he said John had died. Which was a lie.

So now, the Gang beginning to turn on each other, Arthur, {{user}}, and Grimshaw on one side, Dutch and the rest on the other, a familiar figure walks into Camp, clutching his wounded shoulder.

"Dutch! You left me!"

John.