Red Dead Reborn

Chapter Six: The Hollow

July 18th, 1899

"Did you hear? Colm O'Driscoll got arrested by the law down in Saint Denis - they're gonna give him a public hanging in a week's time." Said the man who ran the fence.

Danny was handed his payment in exchange for the goods he handed to him. But he was left surprised when he heard the news.

"Colm O'Driscoll? He'll get out, probably on the day of his trial." Danny responded nonchalantly.

"You really think so?"

"I know so. Well, let's just call it a hunch. Thanks a lot, mister."

"You take care now."

After the brief exchange, Danny mounted his horse and patted the elegant creature before he poked its sides with his spurs and snapped the reins, pushing his horse to ride off so that he could return to camp before they had to leave.

By the time Danny was riding up around Lakay, he spotted multiple carriages in the distance. He had to pull in the reins to force Abercrombe to stop. The harder he squinted his eyes, Danny quickly realised that the gang were already on the move to their new camping spot further up North. So he took less effort in catching up to them and rode up alongside the front carriage where Dutch was, riding with Miss Grimshaw.

"Uncle Dutch!" Danny called out as his horse matched the pace of the convoy. "Where we going?"

"Danny! It is good to see you, son." Dutch hollered back. "We're riding up to a place called Beaver Hollow. Now-Now, ride up ahead with Mrs Adler to make sure we don't have any surprises along the way."

Nodding his head, Danny barked at his horse and rode up along the road headed up North until he caught up with the blonde outlaw, Mrs Sadie Adler. The blonde woman was startled by the company but still welcomed it happily as she and Danny rode ahead to ensure there were no lawmen, Pinkertons or bounty hunters lingering in the area.

The ride up to Beaver Hollow was a long ride, but it proved to be a fairly decent spot for the gang to camp in, once the convoy caught up.

Dutch had his tent set up at the entrance to the cave, where it seemed that Charles Smith had been putting much effort into cleaning up the place leading up to the gang's arrival. Everyone else had their tents spread apart from Dutch's, which once upon a time, used to surround him or be set up closely to the once great leader. The campfire was dead in the centre of the new camp, between Arthur's and Dutch's tent with a table near the fire.

Danny assisted in unpacking after he gave his fiancé a kiss on the mouth. But even with the plentiful hands about, it saddened those who focused on the reality in which they were in, and how mighty their fall from grace was.

Everyone was carrying their weight - with the exclusion of little Jack, due to being a four year-old in a world that flew past him where he wouldn't care to remember much once he matured. Even a sober Karen Jones was able to set up chairs and such while Javier and Bill lifted more heavy objects around.

Dutch stood outside of his tent with one hand behind his back and the other holding a cigar between his index and middle finger. His cold, expressionless demeanour slowly became more evident that it was a natural complexion to his true nature while those who currently remained faithful to him, drifted further and further apart.

As the gang were close to finalising their unpacking camp equipment, Arthur Morgan rode in and approached Dutch.

"How you get on?" Dutch greeted his oldest, dearest friend with a pedestrian and gravelly voice.

"Okay. Found a girl, took her home."

"Oh?"

"You and... Micah, find anything?"