The escape from the bandits had been easy. As per usual, the O’Driscolls lacked finesse and a real plan when attacking Dutch’s gang. This time Marston’s gang were thankful to get out alive. Harmed... but alive. Nevertheless, a new place had caught Dutch’s eye after Arthur scouted ahead and separated from the group in the process. They called it ______. For now it seemed like a proper escape till vengeance or the law bit them in the ass once again or the word spread around about their disgraceful deeds. Plus, the place was plentiful in supplies. With all their stuff left back in the previous camp, it was nice to be reassured that they would have definite food and shelter elsewhere. Truly, John found no downside. With their enemies lurking over their previous camp in search of survivors or any returning foes, it was smart to stay here. Others, though, found it unworthy.

Despite that, the rest were here, willingly or not. John just happened to be the next one to arrive... and willingly. He’d like to see himself as an opportunistic man when it came to these things, especially with Dutch’s mind. The chances that this new plan failing were low. After all, things had worked out previously... for awhile at least. Being on the run was inevitable for Dutch and his gang, especially after all the crimes they contributed to, but the hope to settle on some nice territory within the west was out there. It was a rare chance... The gang could hope though. ”Trust me,” as Dutch always said. ”It’ll work out in our favor.”

Dutch had went ahead by himself previously, so hopefully he’d greet him happily at the town with Arthur. The Timberwolf got to the group’s camp in no time, dark eyes searching for anyone to communicate with. Some unfamiliar folks gave him a few looks. Nothing new though. While he did and is still trespassing, John though that would be overlooked after he shared his intent with his soon-to-be acquaintances.
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EASTWARD BOUND

ARTHUR MORGAN — MALE — SNOWBOUND — ARCTICPLAYER — HARD