Arthur and Sadie sit atop a hill overlooking Beecher's Hope from afar. Arthur stares out with his binoculars, and smirks, "D'ya see John and them?" Arthur nods his head, handing her the binoculars, "If I didn't see him I would definitely know he's here just by how bad he smells." Sadie looks at him sideways, and after seeing his grin, she grins as well before putting the binoculars up to her face.

"C'mon then, that house looks like they didn't even get the foundation right." Arthur kicks his horse forward, billowing up dust as he slowly goes down the loose gravel and sand. Sadie follows behind, creating quite the racket as they do so.

"Did you see those people on the ridge?" Charles asks as they lay another timber into a pre-cut slot. John nods, and both continue working, "Just act like nothing's wrong, Uncle has a shotgun with him in the shed in case we need backup." John stands, wiping his brow with a handkerchief before glancing sideways at the pair riding towards them. They are getting close, and upon second inspection, John nearly messes himself. Now he walks out of the framework of the house, standing at the front as Arthur and Sadie stop just a few yards away from them.

Arthur scratches his neck, waiting for someone to say something. Eventually, John speaks, "Arthur, Sadie, glad to see you again. Though I thought I never would." Arthur laughs, dismounting his horse, "It's gonna take a lot more than a terminal illness and Micah to kill me." There is a collective groan from the others as Charles comes forward, "Well look at you, you don't look half as dead as you did the last time I saw you!"

By now Sadie has gotten off her horse, and both her and Arthur hitch them to the frame of what will be the front porch.

"Now where did you get the money for such a fine establishment? Rob another riverboat?" Arthur asks, looking around at the unfinished house. Sadie giggles slightly, and John gives her a confused look before asking, "You didn't tell him?" Sadie shakes her head, leaving Arthur confused. John lets out a small suspire, then smiles at the situation.

"Before Sadie came and got you, she gave me the key to the Blackwater money, fortunately, Dutch and Micah were too busy with you to notice that it had gone." Arthur is undoubtedly surprised, but becomes agitated as he says, "Did you spend all of that money? We all get a cut of it you know?" John is taken aback but shakes his head. Charles comes over with two large sums of money in each arm. "We already split it between the five of us, though I think Uncle shouldn't get any, the lazy bastard."

Arthur chuckles, taking his share and counting the bills individually. Satisfied with the amount, he pockets it and takes another look around this soon to be home, "Where's Abigail, and Jack?" Arthur turns to John, his questions overpowering the conversation he is currently a part of.

"They've gone, said this wasn't any place for woman or child." Arthur nods, "She's right, you could hardly call this a house. We'll need to build it quick before she really gets fed up with you John." Arthur looks back at his one true brother and smiles.

Snow whips against the walls of the cabin, as Micah and Dutch, warm themselves by the fire. "I'm telling you Dutch, we just need one more big take, then we can be done forever, we can live high off the hog for the rest of our lives!" Dutch nods, splaying his fingers apart, watching the flickering flames.

"I'm coming up with a plan, just give me some more time." Dutch says, looking up at his last friend, "Well it needs to be quick, this mountain is too damn cold for a man to live on." Dutch only nods and does not take his eyes away from the fire after placing his sight there.

Micah, fed up with the conversation, quits the cabin, moving further down the mountain. Images of Arthur gather in Dutch's mind, making his emotions run high. He opens a bottle of whiskey, taking a large drink before mumbling, "Damn traitor."

But something in the back of his mind was repulsed by the words. He knew better than to be repulsed, but the words felt almost like poison running out of his mouth. He shakes his head, taking another drink to try and drown out the thoughts. Arthur was a traitor, John too, they left when he needed them most. Soon after, the whiskey is gone. He grabs another bottle and pops it open, letting the cork fall and its thumps echo throughout the wooden floor. Halfway through the second bottle, he falls unconscious, dangerously close to the fire. Around dark, Micah returns, finding Dutch indisposed. He drags him to a bed, saying, "You are gonna be a damn sight easier than robbing a bank."

Dutch does not hear, and instead is in a dreamless sleep, escaping his reality for a while. Micah drinks himself into the same delirium, and after about 3 bottles he passes out in his own bed. The night carries on, the fire dies down to its last flicker, and slowly, Dutch falls further into madness.

Arthur sits under a tree, just in front of John's soon-to-be home, writing in his journal.

We found John, he's doing fine. Hell, I'm worried he might actually settle down and become a family man. Lord only knows what he'll be like being that bored. As for me, well I've decided to stay on. I've got nowhere else to go, and no friends to spea-

Arthur's writing is interrupted by two hands being put over his eyes, "Guess who?" Arthur lets out a sigh, and closes the journal, "Mrs. Adler." There is a giggle, and the hands are removed. Sadie moves around so that she can look him in the eyes. "Hey there handsome," Sadie says in a drunken slur, "Care for a dip in the creek?"

Arthur chuckles, "As much as I'd love to do that, I'd prefer to not get my clothes wet tonight, gotta lot of work to do the next few days." Sadie laughs, leaning forward, "Well you can take them off, so they don't get wet." Arthur's demeanor changes, he pushes her back slightly, saying, "No, I don't think we'll be doing that, I think I'll be getting you to bed."

Sadie slaps his chest playfully, stumbling slightly in the process, "Arthur! I know you have a thick skull, but at least try to be romantic!" Arthur ignores her, standing her up along with himself. She stares longingly at him, but only until he bends over, and throws her over his shoulder.

"Arthur Morgan! You put me down right now!" She yells, kicking her legs and hitting his back. He does not respond, but rather takes her straight to her tent. Gently, he places her down on the blanket. But in a moment of weakness and bravery, she pulls him down, making him fall forward on his knees, and throws him into a sloppy kiss. After a brief moment of unrhythmically wet kisses, he panics and pulls away, leaving her with heavy-lidded eyes and a cocky smile. She is then too drunk to stay awake, alcohol and excitement running through her veins, and without minding the look of quiet confusion on Arthur's face she drunkenly falls onto her blanket, effectively passed out. He stands above her on his knees for a moment, his mind numb with shock, before shaking his head and coming to his senses. He leaves her to sleep off her intoxication alone.