AN:If anybody feels like I'm doing something wrong just let me know. Also, the next chapter should be out soon.

May 7th

I woke up and looked around Karen was the only one still sleeping. I turned toward the door and listened, it sounded like the wind had died down. It had quit for most of the day yesterday and started to pick up a little during the night.

I stretched and walked out to see almost everybody outside moving around and doing something.

"Morning Andrew."

I turned to see Hosea walking over to me.

"Morning Hosea," I replied looking around.

"Weather's breaking today. We might be able to leave," said Hosea looking around with a smile.

I nodded as I saw Abigail and Jack walk over to the building Arthur was in with John. Reverend Swanson walked out and greeted the two who replied to him.

"I don't suppose you could do me a favor could you," Hosea asked.

I turned towards him, "What is it?"

"Well that woman we picked up. Missus Adler, her husband, is still lying in a wagon at her homestead. I was wondering if you'd go bury him," Hosea asked glancing from me to the building Arthur was in. Dutch walked in, holding the parchment.

I nodded, "I can do that. Although I'm not sure where it is," I said hesitating.

"It's not hard you just follow the river that way," said Hosea pointing the direction the house was, "Then you go across a bridge you turn to your left and go straight for a little while before turning to your right slightly and it should be right there."

I nodded once more, "Okay. Although I need to borrow a horse. And a shovel."

"You can borrow Silver Dollar and get a shovel from one of the wagons," Hosea said, patting me on the shoulder.

"Bill! You ride ahead and set the charge at the watertower just ahead of the tunnel," said Dutch walking out. Hosea sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

I turned to see Bill climb up on his horse, "Ain't a problem, hyah!"

"Why are we doing this? The weather's breaking I thought we was lying low," Hosea asked, walking over towards Dutch and Arthur.

I walked away towards the wagons and started to search them for a shovel.

The three original members of the gang argued behind me.

"Gentlemen! It is time to make something of ourselves! Get your horses ready! We have a train to rob," Dutch called loudly, apparentlyending the argument.

I jumped off the wagon, a shovel now in my hand, as the rest of the men rode after Arthur and Dutch.

I watched them for a little while longer before walking towards Silver Dollar, I untied him before throwing the reins over his head. I grabbed the horn and pulled myself onto the saddle.

I turned Silver Dollar towards the direction I remembered they took in the first mission.

I followed the fence before turning towards my left and followed the river for a few minutes.

I breathed in deeply as I slowly trotted through the woods. It seemed so peaceful here more so than back home at least.

I turned on the bridge and turned left again as I followed from what I remembered.

I heard a faint elk call that sent shivers down my back. I grinned and spurred Silver Dollar into a slow gallop.

I looked around at my surroundings for around twenty or thirty minutes guiding the horse when I needed to before I finally came to a stop at a ledge of a hill overlooking the homestead.

The house was mostly gone with only a few chunks of charred wood left. I sighed and shook my head. It was a shame that happened. It seemed like a cozy little place, at least from what I had seen of it.

I clicked Silver Dollar down the hill and towards the homestead. I slowed to a stop near the hitching post and tied the horse to it.

I grabbed the shovel and walked over to the wagon. Thankfully the snow had prevented him from starting to rot and it didn't stink.

I set the shovel down and walked over towards the remains of the house to see if anything was left. I squatted beside a chunk of wood that looked like it had some things under it.

The sound of a gun cocking behind me caused me to slowly stand up.

"I don't recognize ya so must not be one a Dutch's dogs," came an Irish accent from behind me.

"No I ain't but I think I know who you are," I said slowly starting to turn around.

"Oh? Wuzzat?"

I glared at the Irish man along with the other four O'Driscoll's.

"Some of Colm O'Driscoll's bastards," I practically snarled.

I could not stand these men from what I'd read and seen they were nothing but murderers and rapists.

The Irish bastard chuckled, "Wells ya not as dumb as ya look."

I shrugged, "Maybe but you definitely are."

The shorter man growled and stepped forward, the gun coming to a rest between my eyes.

"How 'bout I put a bullet in ya noggin huh?"

"You could but what's it gonna get ya? A few dollars between you and them 'nd that's it," I retorted.

"Connor just shoot him," said one from farther back he had untied Silver Dollar and led him to us.

The others agreed with him.

The man's glare switched to cockiness, "The others think I should kill ya. What you think, ya bastard?"

I shrugged once more before jerking the gun out of the way and head butting the O'Driscoll.

The gun went off sending Silver Dollar into a frenzy, he pulled his lead from the O'Driscoll before running away.

I pulled my Cattleman out and sent a round into the cocky bastard on the ground before running and jumping behind the small shed.

Bullets started to rip into the wood behind me. A pause between bullets was enough for me to fire two rounds into one of them dumb enough to be standing up. He fell back and didn't get back up.

Bullets ripped back into shed, one pierced all the way through and caused my hair to fly from how close it was.

I kneeled and turned around before sending a few shots their way, a round lodging itself into another O'Driscoll's head.

A bullet whizzed by my face right as I fell back against the shed.

I got to move soon or there won't be a shed to protect me.

I quickly refilled the Cattleman and stood up before running from behind the shed until I was behind the charred remains of the house.

"Goddamn it you bastard! Quit cowering like a bitch," called one of the men in frustration.

"If I was cowering how come I already got three of you and you haven't hit me yet," I called back.

I ran around the side and saw one of them standing up looking pissed. I sent two quick rounds into him, one in his leg the other into his chest.

"Wait! Wait! I give up," called the last one throwing his revolver down along with his rifle.

I kept my gun on him as I walked towards him.

"Why are you boys still up here," I asked, cocking the gun to get my point across.

"T-Tom wanted us to see if there was anything we could get from the homestead," the man answered quickly, literally shaking in his boots.

I sent a round into the snow beside him, "Bullshit! There's gotta be something else!"

"I s-swear! That was all Tom wanted to know!"

"Who is Tom," I questioned.

"H-h-he's second in command. Colm is top boss but Tom is right underneath him," answered the man.

"Hmmm. Why should I believe you," I answered, taking a step closer to threaten him.

Suddenly the man kicked and took out my leg. I fell onto my back, accidentally sending the round into a tree right beside us.

The man jumped on top of me and sent a fist into my face, my head snapped back against the ground from the force of it

"You bastard! I'm gonna make you suffer," he growled out, throwing another punch that grazed my forehead.

I sent a fist into his cheek and threw him off of me as I reached and grabbed my Cattleman immediately turning as he jumped at me.

A shot later later his now dead body landed on me, knocking the breath out of me.

I shoved him off and groaned as I slowly climbed to my feet, "Bastard," I said looking down at him as I rubbed my sore jaw, "I was actually thinking about letting you go. Guess that's what I get for even thinking that."

I emptied the gun of the empty cartridges before putting some new ones in. I limped over to the wagon and leaned against it.

I glanced at the dead body of Jake Adler, "Your place just seems to attract O'Driscoll's huh Jake," I said with a dry chuckle.

I started to drag the dead O'Driscoll's away from the homestead. Mostly cause I didn't want to deal with the stink if it got too warm, or starving wolves.

Eventually I got all of them and was able to finally do what I had come here to do. I grabbed the shovel and started digging beside the house.

Probably around six to seven hours later I was finally done at least deep enough I could climb out easily and just stack some rocks on top.

Silver Dollar had returned during a break I took, thankfully as I didn't know if I could have walked back to Colter on foot.

I dragged Jake over to the shallow grave and dumped him in. I started to fill the grave in with dirt, using the shovel to take more in.

I finished putting the dirt on him and grabbed a nearby cross I had made during one of my breaks from the wood from the house. I had found a piece of wood that had said 'Death Is Silence' on it and found it interesting so I decided to use it for his marker.

I pushed it into the ground before grabbing some nearby rocks and stacking them on the grave. I was panting by the time I was done and the sun was starting to set.

I groaned as I stood up and trudged towards Silver Dollar. I grabbed the horn and literally pulled myself onto him.

"Looks like somebody had a busy day."

I jerked up with the Cattleman in my hand, I turned to see Arthur on his horse carrying a lantern.

"Oh, hey Arthur," I replied, bolstering the gun.

"Hey kid," he said with a smile, "Guessin' that was your work back there," he asked pointing behind him at the dead O'Driscoll's.

I nodded with a tired smile, "Yeah. How'd the train job go?"

Arthur smiled, "Without a hitch," he grimaced, "Well almost without a hitch. We still got bonds though and that's money."

I nodded and grinned as I started slowly up the hill beside Arthur.

"I would have come but Hosea asked me to do this so," I said with a shrug.

"Nah. Dutch didn't think you were ready just yet so he asked Hosea to ask you," Arthur retorted.

I glanced at him before nodding, "Fair enough." It was fair too, I'd only been with the gang, officially, around three days.

"So how'd it go," I asked as we reached the top of the hill.

Arthur shrugged, "The dynamite didn't go off. I think it was Bill but I attached it to the detonator but we ain't gonna say anything about that are we," he asked glaring at me.

I laughed as I rubbed my eye, trying to fight off sleep, "Certainly not."

Arthur chuckled himself.

We settled into silence as we followed the river back to camp.

I heard a distant elk call and I grinned, I loved nature so much. The wind hadn't blown at all today so hopefully we would get out of here within a day or so. Mostly just because of the cold.

"So how are you settling in," Arthur asked as we neared the bridge.

"I think pretty good, I haven't really got into a fight with anybody. Plus I think Jack's taking a liking to me," I said with a grin.

Arthur chuckled, "I believe it. Especially after you taught him that game, I Spy, the boy doesn't want to do anything else."

I laughed softly, "Yeah. Abigail was complaining about that yesterday. Seems I might have to teach him another game pretty soon."

Arthur shook his head but was smiling as we neared Colter. I got a whiff of food and my stomach growled. I hadn't eaten besides a few bites of jerky I had brought with me.

Arthur chuckled, "Sounds like your hungry. The camp was in a good mood earlier. We'll be eating good tonight."

We came around the curve and I could hear cheering coming from the big house. I noticed the calderon still had some coals under it. I hitched Silver Dollar at a free spot before climbing off and putting the shovel up.

I walked over towards the pot where Arthur stood pouring a bowl.

"Here kid," he said, handing me the bowl.

"Thanks Arthur," I blurted out before quickly taking a bite and groaning at the taste.

Arthur chuckled and shook his as he got himself a bowl.

"Come on kid let's go celebrate," he said as we walked towards the main building.

I glanced and could have sworn I saw Molly looking out the window of Dutch and Arthur's building.

We walked in to see that most of the camp had obviously had a few beers to go with supper.

Uncle was playing the banjo in the far corner and was singing a song with a few others.

"Hey boy! Bout time you joined us," Bill called from somewhere.

I grinned and took a bite of the soup, I noticed Charles sitting in the corner by himself.

"Hey Charles," I said, taking a seat beside him.

"Hey," he said in that quiet tone of his.

"Heard the robbery went well," I said, taking a bite.

"Mhmm."

I rolled my eyes at his silence before chuckling.

"Hey Andrew. You can't be missing out on this," said Lenny handing me a beer. Personally I didn't really like beer from what I had tried whiskey was my preferred drink but I knew I'd feel bad if I turned him down.

"Alright just one," I said taking a swig.