November 28, 1898

Valentine, New Hanover

11:20 AM

Fallen Sky's eyes snapped open and he rose from his bed. His head was pounding from the alcohol he had the previous night, and his knuckles were bruised from the beatings he had given to all those drunks. He reached over into the bedside table and grabbed some bandages. While they would restrict his movement slightly, he would at least still be able to use a gun. The bandages covered his bruised knuckles nicely, and he could pull his gloves on without causing any further damage. He grabbed his hat from the bedside table then placed it on his head, before walking over to Kelso's bed. Fallen Sky sat down next to him and reached his hand out to shake him awake. His eyes opened slowly and he drowsily looked around. He put a hand up to his head and felt the bandages around his forehead.

"What happened?" he asked. Fallen Sky looked at him and said, "We got into a bar fight last night. You got knocked out, but you did a good job helping us take care of those guys." Kelso smiled and slowly sat up. Fallen Sky noticed him struggling and grabbed his hand to help him up. Kelso reached for his hat and carefully placed it on his head. Fallen Sky noticed he was still holding his hand and pulled away, embarrassed. Kelso stood up and the two men left the room, heading towards Clive's room. Fallen Sky pushed open the door and saw Clive sitting at the edge of his bed, cleaning his revolvers with a cloth. He looked over to the two men and quickly holstered his revolvers, before joining them and heading downstairs. The three men left the hotel and walked towards the Sheriff's office, where Hugo was already waiting for them.

"What took you so long?" he asked. Clive pulled out a revolver and spun it in his hand, saying "I was cleanin' my guns. You don't know if you're gonna get attacked or not" Hugo chuckled and the group walked into the Sheriff's office. The Sheriff noticed them and walked over to his desk, pulling out a wanted poster and placing it on the desktop. "McKinley gang. The guys you been tracking. Their location is currently unkown, but they were last seen in Rhodes. I'd suggest heading over there if you wanna find 'em." Clive nodded and picked up the wanted poster, folding it and placing it inside his satchel. He thanked the sheriff for his duty and walked out, followed by Fallen Sky, Kelso and Hugo. Clive turned to his gang members and cleared his throat. "Alright, boys. This is it. We've got a lead on these boys, an' we're gonna find 'em. It's about time they got what's comin' to 'em. But we've got a long ride ahead of us, so get ready. We'll be crossin' a state boundary so you might not know the area, but I guarantee you that you'll pick it up sooner or later"

The four men whistled their horses and they all trotted up, Clive's Breton first, then Fallen's Norfolk Roadster, followed by Kelso's Arabian and Hugo's Thoroughbred. The men saddled up, and on Clive's whistle, they got into formation and rode southeast, in the direction of the town of Rhodes, and state of Lemoyne.