I haven't seen the rest of the gang in ages, I've been up in New Hanover, usually running form the law. I guess it's just how it is. None of them have found me yet, Dutch would usually send Javier or someone to help me. But, maybe he's busy.

I really should head back down to camp soon, but I don't want to lead any bounty hunters or lawmen down to them. Maybe I could get a room in that hotel in Valentine, but after all that bloodshed with Leviticus Cornwall, it seems unlikely that I'll be let in town. In a way, you could compare this to Strawberry, after all of that trouble just to get Micah out of jail, it seems that they too just want peace. Or, at least they won't forget about the incidents.

I seem to be recognised all the time in Valentine, mostly a bunch of dirty looks or people telling me to get out of there. The townsfolk really do not want our gang around, with good reason. Sure, the one's who think they're tough might start a fight, but they flinch as soon as I reach for my holster.

Maybe I have been too aggressive lately, yet with a lot of money and our lives on the line, I think it is deserved.

Speaking of Valentine, whenever I bother to look at a newspaper, it's the same damn thing:

Blackwater Locked Down: Dutch's Boys accused, bounties placed.

A Horror Show: Lawmen, Dutch's Boys, Cornwall Guards Face Off. Dead Everywhere.

I should probably stay up north for a while, possibly in that old mining town where we camped in spring. It seems safest for now. Maybe the outlaw era is coming to an end... Who knows? Maybe it's just us being too out of our heads.


Ever since I've arrived up here in Ambarino, it's been quiet... almost too quiet for my sanity. I guess it will do for now, at least I don't have bounty hunters tugging a rope around me. It's been hard these past couple weeks since I've been away but, I think I'll somehow manage to pull through.

I've set up camp near Lake Isabella, managed to catch a few muskie. I think I'm getting better at fishing, thanks to Dutch and Hosea. I have plenty of food for months, so I think I can survive for now. There's currently a blizzard blowing over, I think I might have sprained my foot slipping on the ice. I'll be okay, I just need to rest and wait out the storm.

While I'm here, I may as well see the conditions of the old ranch where Sadie lives, well used to... we may have burnt it down.

I blame Micah for that, I blame him for a lot when I know I shouldn't but he caused her to go into a rampage. I do not even know what Dutch sees in him but, he's in the gang, and he is definitely staying so I just have to shut up about it, don't I?


I've been camping out for a couple weeks now, my foot is a lot better, I haven't done much... the storm's blown over, maybe I should head out somewhere, I'll set up camp somewhere else.

I found this old train wreck, I found a couple gold bars after a little bit of cliff traversing. I also found this cave nearby, I never knew what the statues meant but I fumbled around regardless. I managed to get three more gold bars, I think Dutch will like these, maybe I'll put one or two in the box. Maybe, just maybe, Miss Grimshaw won't start on me again. I'll most likely just sell these in Van Horn.

Found a couple of fellers fighting outside the saloon, thought I'd intervene. Decided to get a drink and... I may have made a passing comment to someone. And half the town was already trying to beat me.

They even pulled out guns... I almost forgot that there was no lawmen in Van Horn, just limitless gunslingers. I managed to kill them all, barely.

I feel that I've killed too many people lately, robbed a couple trains, beat up anyone who looked at me funny, and now this? I would say that I need to get my act together but, so does the entire gang.

Marston left us for a year, Jack probably isn't even his son. Micah got himself jailed. Bill and Sean both got captured by bounty hunters...

We never change, do we?