Every Last One Of Them - Red Dead Redemption II

Act Twelve - The Crucifix on a Mountain

After their particularly risky encounter on the train, they made sure to keep on their best behavior in the cab. Luckily for them, they were in Oregon that afternoon. Some town called Portland, a port town, which explains the name. Arthur knew it but Hugh didn't.
"There it is," Hugh says, holding up the photo of the group. The mountains matched perfectly. Mount Hood according to Arthur. 

The problem is that they don't know where the photo was taken, so Hugh looks closer for any distinguishing features besides the mountain. He scans the photo intently, his eyes nearly touching the paper. Then he sees just barely in the background a crucifix carved into a building they're beside.
"It's a church," Hugh says out loud,
"What?" Arthur asks, looking around and taking in the fresh foggy air that is not in Portland much to his chagrin.

"The photo was taken beside a Church." Arthur looked at the photo closely,
"We don't know that maybe someone just carved that in." He doubted,
"Look at the stonework on the building, it's a church, an old one too." Hugh started to wonder how many churches were around, what if it was on the other side of the mountain?
"Is that the one?" Arthur points to an old Gothic church in the distance. Hugh looks over and squints,
"Let's get closer."

High ran towards it, blowing past a few strangers and nearly getting trampled by a horse. But once he reached the church he walked over to the side of the building, holding up the photo and it was an exact match.
"Yeah, this's the one." Hugh smiled, I'm almost there. He thought.

"Well tomorrow's Sunday, maybe they'll show up and we can follow 'em back home," Arthur said, Hugh thought about it some more.
"What if they don't go here?" He asked,
"It's the only lead we got Hugh." With that, they left the courtyard and Hugh sighed,
"Yeah. Just wish it was sturdier."

It's a loose plan at best, what are the chances every person in that room goes to the same church, still, and they'll all be there tomorrow? Seems completely unfathomable.

"Well I ain't know 'bout you but I'm hungrier than a horse." Arthur looks around for something to eat,
"Wanna go to the store or the saloon," Hugh asks, pointing to the separate buildings.
"What kinda question s'at, the saloon!" Arthur smiles,
"Alright calm down, we aren't gonna drink." Hugh hates being the guy to screw with someone's drinkin' but they needed to be sharp tomorrow.
"Well, shit." Arthur sighed,
"Let's just get something to eat and rent a room for the night alright?"
"Yeah, sure."

Why the hell did I agree with him? High thought to himself, he's not even sure why he did it. They got a bite to eat, found a hotel, bathed, and then went to their room. As expected they started to get touchy, but Arthur said something about wanting to be on the bottom just to see what it's like.

Well, he's gonna find out in about a minute.

Hugh was scared. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he couldn't deny the wild beating of his heart or how sweaty the palms of his hands were, just from looking at Arthur stretched out on the bed waiting for him. He had to excuse himself, using the bathroom as an excuse, just so he could take a minute to calm down.

Hugh was rarely scared. But Arthur was terrifying.
He stared at himself in the mirror, taking a few deep breaths. Hugh had never been the one on top. And it's not like it's just some fling. Hugh wasn't stupid. He knew it would mean something with Arthur and it made his stomach twist. But it sent a thrill up his spine too. That Arthur trusted him enough to let him give it. That Hugh would get to have him in a way no one else had.

When Hugh went back to the room, Arthur was laying with his arms behind his head and staring at the ceiling. He turned when he heard Hugh come in, smiling easily.
"Howdy," Arthur said, voice soft.