The four notorious outlaws were sitting around a small fire beside the rivers edge. Each one looking more tired than the other. They all looked like hell...soaking wet and cold. John had laid his hat and jacket out to dry, leaving his mask in place. Tonto was rubbing his hands together trying to heat up the icy digits. Isabelle was sitting shoulder to shoulder with Butch on the other side of the fire. She was still frozen to the bone...something even her own fire could not cure. Thankfully though she could use it to make them a fire! John was looking around at each of them, waiting for someone to say something...anything. Feeling the awkward closing in on him he clapped his hands together to speak.

"Sooo...how's about everybody explaining how they know each other" he asked with raised eyebrows. They all just looked at him like he was crazy, but it didn't seem to phaze him any.

"Okay then, I'll start" he said turning to face Butch. Isabelle didn't know where this was gonna go but she knew if John or Tonto pushed the wrong buttons, Butch's rage was not taken lightly...by anyone.

"I know Tonto from the train I was on when your gang ambushed it" he said accusingly. Butch just smirked and turned to Tonto, who was looking into the fire.

"Why were you on that train" Butch asked, watching the Indian look up at him. Isabelle already knew about why Tonto was so dessperate to find Butch or Cole...but he had never told them. Outloud and in detail. The Comanche reached into his pocket and pulled out the silver pocket watch he always carried...throwing it to Butch across the fire.

"That...is why" Tonto said with a fire in his own voice. Butch looked at the watch for a few moments, then opened it to look inside. Carved into the silver inside were a ser of initials...L C. Isabelle could see a look cross Butch's face...he remembered.

"Your that Comanche...the kid?" Butch asked looking up at Tonto with wide eyes. Tonto simply nodded and looked back down at the fire.

"I knew you would be on train, that is why I on train" he explained. Butch looked back down at the watch in his hands...Cole had given it to the child as a trade for showing them the silver mines...and then Cole-doing what he had done.

"You've been lookin' fer' me...haven't cha" Butch said tossing the watch back. Tonto caught the silver watch and tucked it back into his pocket. Then he looked back up into Butch's eyes and before he could even speak, Butch said something he didn't expect.

"...It was Cole..." he said softly, almost as though he was thinking back to the day. Tonto stared at him and leaned forward, listening intently. John even leaned forward as well, looking like a child listening to a story. Isabelle could feel Butch's breathing hitch in his throat slightly.

"He said...'Why hope that no one else finds it? Why not make sure no one else can'...he said that we could keep it all a secret. I told him he was crazy if he thought I would murder an entire tribe for no reason...the silver was useless to the Comanche tribe, but he said it didn't matter" he said slowly, explaining everything to them. Tonto got a sorrowfull look in his eyes as he remembered that day as well. Butch thought back to the memories of that day...

Flashback

Butch watched as Cole ran his hand over the massive stone wall of silver. It looked like a mountain to most...but there was raw silver bedded deep within its walls. Looking back behind him he could see the small Indian boy that had shown them where the river began...messing with the pocket watch Cole had given to him. Turning back he could see Cole picking up pieces of the large chunks of silver.

"Ha! ha! You seein' this Butch! We gonna' be rich!" he cried out in joy packing the silver into his pack. Butch grabbed a chunk of silver and examined it, the same stuff his scarred tooth was now made off. Picking up a few more pieces and stuffing them into his bag, he heard Cole whisper to him.

"You know what we gotta' do right?" he said quietly so the boy wouldn't hear him. Butch raised an eyebrow at him in question, not knowing what the man was talking about. Cole nodded towards the small child.

"Can't risk someone else finding this mine Butch..." he said taking out his gun. Butch looked at him then glanced at the small boy.

"Lets just leave n' come back, hope no one finds it" he said trying to convince the man to not do what he thought he was gonna do. Cole just grinned and took out a bag of bullets.

"Why hope that no one else finds it? Why not make sure no one else can?" he said closing his gun. Butch looked at him like he was crazy, he can't be serious...

"Cole...if you think I'm gonna kill an entire tribe over silver-"

"Than don't look!" Cole said turning around and walking away towards the horses. Butch watched him leave on his horse, riding off back towards the mountain pass...and he feared what the man was going to do...

Looking back towards the boy, he could see him looking back, a smile on his face. Butch felt a small tug at his heart...such an innocent child...he couldn't let Cole kill him in cold blood. Walking over to the boy Butch stopped infront of him, kneeling down to his level.

"Say boy...why don't you go off and see if you can find us somem' ta' eat" he asked softly. The child smiled and nodded quickly. Butch tried to smile but couldn't...standing up he ruffled the boys hair and watched him take off to his horse. Once the child was outta' sight he ran over to his own horse and jumped on his back. If he huried...mabey he could stop Cole.

But he was already too late...

Butch could see the smoke from the tribes site on the river. Riding down to the rivers edge he could see it...or...what was left of it. Cole was standing behind an Indian woman, his blade against her throat. Butch looked on in horror as Cole sliced through her skin...her blood running down his hands. As she hit the ground Cole looked up to where Butch was standing. A cruel smile on his face. The camp was in ruin, most all the tents burned to the ground. Bodies spread out all over...the women and other children laying face down in the dirt. Bullets lodged into their backs. Walking up to where Cole was standing Butch had the sudden urge to kill the man himself...how could anyone be so heartless and cruel. Cole looked up at Butch and smirked.

"...the boy?" he asked raising an eyebrow. Butch looked at him and then back to the carnage around him. Then he looked down beside him to something lying in the river...a black crow...

"I...took care of it..." he said staring at the bird. Even a small helpless creature didn't stand a chance against the rath of this monster. Cole grinned and nodded in satisfaction.

"I knew you could do it" he said turning to walk away. Butch looked up from the dead animal, his blue eyes holding a sorrowfull look in them. He felt sorry for the boy...but there was nothing he could do for him now.

Turning around he walked back to his horse...and away from the nightmare before him...

End Flashback

Isabelle couldn't believe what she had heard. From the sounds of it, this happened not long after that snake had killed her family. John was looking into the fire with a distant look in his eyes...how could any man do that? Kill an entire tribe just for a chunk of rock? Tonto was staring at Butch from across the fire. He now understood everything...

"That...is why you sent me away?" he asked quietly. Butch just nodded and leaned back against the log he was propped against. Isabelle watched him silently, her eyes studying him. Even as those horrible memories flooded his mind he was still calm and collected. Tonto just looked down at the fire as the information settled. Isabelle reached for Butch's hand and wrapped hers around his own. John watched them silently...seeing her wrap her hand in his. Then it made more since as to why she was so invested in finding him as well as Cole...

'She loves him'

he thought smirking at the strange couple sitting across from him. Then a sudden thought popped into his head...where were their horses?

"Hey, has anyone seen Phantom or spirit horse?" he asked looking around. Tonto shook his head and looked around as well. Butch stared at John for a moment before asking,

"Spirit horse?"

"Yeaaa, its a long story" John said shrugging his shoulders. Isabelle smiled and stood up, letting go of Butch's hand. They all looked up at her as she let out an ear peircing whistle, one that rang out across the desert. John covered his ears in pain and clenched his eyes shut!

"Godddd Damn Belle!" he yelled shaking his head. Isabelle grinned and sat back down, waiting silently. After a minute or so they could hear a noise in the distance, the sound of hooves. Tonto turned around and saw two horses running towards them, one being a large black giant and the other ghost white. John smiled as the horses walked up to them, each heading to its owner. Phantom stopped behind Isabelle and Butch, nosing the outlaws.

"Yea yea I see ya'" Butch said petting the giant. Isabelle smirked and rubbed on Phantoms ears. Tonto stood up and greeted the white steed by ruffling his hair playfully.

"Good horse" he said into its ear, the spirit horse simply shook his head and nuzzeled Tonto's hand. Isabelle stood up and took out the blankets she carried from Phantom's saddlebags, tossing one over to the boys.

"Here, we'll leave by sunrise tomorrow" she said laying out her blanket. The men nodded and John spread out the blanket onto the ground. Tonto layed down on one side as far from John as he could get! John did the exact same on his side, leaving a large chunk of blanket between them! Isabelle rolled her eyes and finsihed spreading out the blanket for her and Butch.

Stretching out she watched Butch roll over onto his back, crossing his arms behind his head and pulling his hat down over his eyes. Smiling she watched the horses bed down beside them, Phantom behind her watching her silently. Lying down she couldn't help herself...she layed her head in the crook of Butch's arm and layed beside him for warmth. All in all, she guessed today wasen't all that bad.

"Night gang" she said glancing over at John and Tonto. The two looked like little kid brothers fighting to not touch each other.

"Mmmm...nigh' Belle" she heard John mumble quietly. Tonto grunted a short 'night' before falling asleep as well. Looking up she could see Butch breathing evenly...he was already asleep. Smirking she relaxed and watched the fire burn beside her...wondering what tomorrow would bring. Then suddenly out of nowhere she heard John speak again.

"I don't know bout' y'all...but we are the weirdest gang I've ever seen..."