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The fleeting warmth of summer clings to the air as the sun peaks through the changing leaves. It almost sparkles as it twists and turns to touch the thick grass, revealing the emerald carpet that extends throughout the wilderness. Dirty leather and pristine steel flash through the undergrowth, trying to blend in with nature, stalking something in the patchy darkness. Bang! The shot echoes throughout the woods, sending birds soaring into the sky, crying out in alarm. Stomping hooves vibrate the ground as desperate survivors do their best to run as far and fast as they possibly can. Emerald and crimson blend together on broken leaves and vines as the life of freedom slips out of the large animal’s body.

“Well, hopefully, this will be enough for decent stew tonight. Can’t take much more of them oats she made.” Gruff words with a sarcastic underlay break the newly acquired silence without a second thought, a small laugh almost escaping the dirt-smeared face.

“Now, don’t be disrespectin’ Miss Porter’s cooking. Without her, we’d be stuck with your undercooked shit Wilbur!” A clear voice interjects, amusement evident as he moves over to help the butcher load the deceased animal onto one of the horses. “We better be headin’ back, it’s getting pretty light out” The trek through the woods was filled with laughter and whistles as they joked about what they would be having for breakfast and what they would be doing for the day. They had been in Serenity Gulch for just over a week and were still getting a lay of the land and its people. It wasn’t exactly what most people in the gang were used to, at least living-wise.

Snow always seemed to sit on top of the mountains, the streams were too cold to comfortably bathe in, people were reserved and cautious, and it seemed like the wilderness was the biggest threat to people, especially those unprepared. It could make a corpse of anyone it wanted, regardless of who they were. So the Prewitt gang was being careful. They tread lightly in town, were told not to cause trouble, and certainly not draw a gun in town. They couldn’t survive another move, not with winter’s chilled breath a few months ahead. So they were staying in the hidden valley of Serenity Gulch.

The pine trees thinned on the journey home, and the smell of campfires soon began to fill their lungs. “At least you bagged something today!” The posted scout let out a small laugh as he shouldered his gun, clearly amused by the animals that were brought in.

“Mind your damn business Jones, you can’t even hit an elk!” Jokes were usually hard to get out of people, but since the move, the gloom and pain of loss seemed to lift. It was a good new start for them. This was good for everyone. Soon the pain would leave and only pleasant memories would be lingering behind.

“Ahh welcome back Wilbur, Mitch. Good to know your skills don’t rust over a long trip!” An unusual cheerful tone occupied Rasmus Prewitt as he left his tent, arms outstretched, a smile on his features. He looked cleaned up, put together, and all around ready to talk his way into convincing everyone to take a job. “Now that we all have some food, I think it’s important to eat and then get to work. Just some minor things that need to be squared away of course.” Most people who have been through a couple of moves with the gang knew what Rasmus meant. They were supposed to go into town, introduce themselves, listen to some rumors, identify the wealthy, and any conflicts. They had to establish a reputation, take jobs, and do the most to bring in money. It wasn’t exactly fun, but it occasionally was a good escape for those who needed to get fresh air.

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The fleeting warmth of summer clings to the air as the sun peaks through the changing leaves. It almost sparkles as it twists and turns to touch the thick grass, revealing the emerald carpet that extends throughout the wilderness. Dirty leather and pristine steel flash through the undergrowth, trying to blend in with nature, stalking something in the patchy darkness. Bang! The shot echoes throughout the woods, sending birds soaring into the sky, crying out in alarm. Stomping hooves vibrate the ground as desperate survivors do their best to run as far and fast as they possibly can. Emerald and crimson blend together on broken leaves and vines as the life of freedom slips out of the large animal’s body.

“Well, hopefully, this will be enough for decent stew tonight. Can’t take much more of them oats she made.” Gruff words with a sarcastic underlay break the newly acquired silence without a second thought, a small laugh almost escaping the dirt-smeared face.

“Now, don’t be disrespectin’ Miss Porter’s cooking. Without her, we’d be stuck with your undercooked shit Wilbur!” A clear voice interjects, amusement evident as he moves over to help the butcher load the deceased animal onto one of the horses. “We better be headin’ back, it’s getting pretty light out” The trek through the woods was filled with laughter and whistles as they joked about what they would be having for breakfast and what they would be doing for the day. They had been in Serenity Gulch for just over a week and were still getting a lay of the land and its people. It wasn’t exactly what most people in the gang were used to, at least living-wise.

Snow always seemed to sit on top of the mountains, the streams were too cold to comfortably bathe in, people were reserved and cautious, and it seemed like the wilderness was the biggest threat to people, especially those unprepared. It could make a corpse of anyone it wanted, regardless of who they were. So the Prewitt gang was being careful. They tread lightly in town, were told not to cause trouble, and certainly not draw a gun in town. They couldn’t survive another move, not with winter’s chilled breath a few months ahead. So they were staying in the hidden valley of Serenity Gulch.

The pine trees thinned on the journey home, and the smell of campfires soon began to fill their lungs. “At least you bagged something today!” The posted scout let out a small laugh as he shouldered his gun, clearly amused by the animals that were brought in.

“Mind your damn business Jones, you can’t even hit an elk!” Jokes were usually hard to get out of people, but since the move, the gloom and pain of loss seemed to lift. It was a good new start for them. This was good for everyone. Soon the pain would leave and only pleasant memories would be lingering behind.

“Ahh welcome back Wilbur, Mitch. Good to know your skills don’t rust over a long trip!” An unusual cheerful tone occupied Rasmus Prewitt as he left his tent, arms outstretched, a smile on his features. He looked cleaned up, put together, and all around ready to talk his way into convincing everyone to take a job. “Now that we all have some food, I think it’s important to eat and then get to work. Just some minor things that need to be squared away of course.” Most people who have been through a couple of moves with the gang knew what Rasmus meant. They were supposed to go into town, introduce themselves, listen to some rumors, identify the wealthy, and any conflicts. They had to establish a reputation, take jobs, and do the most to bring in money. It wasn’t exactly fun, but it occasionally was a good escape for those who needed to get fresh air.

 

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Dust billowed up into the warm air as a thick blanket was shaken out, a soft cough escaping rose-colored lips from the pollution that flew into her face. She made sure to get as much dirt off the fabric as she could, clearly knowing better than to fully clean it. It was only going to get dirty by the end of the day so it could wait until she did washings. Her red hair was loosely braided behind her, falling down her back in as neat of a fashion as she could manage. It had taken so long for them to reach this new place and it had yet to feel like home. The scent of pine and dirt seemed to cling to her fingers, despite how often she scrubbed at them. The howls of strange animals would startle her awake, worried that something was going to come into camp.

She hadn’t relaxed, especially not after the hushed arguments she had behind the wooded walls that the forest provided. She didn’t know why they were there, or what they were supposed to do. Keep running? They were running out of places that didn’t know their faces. It was stressful, and frankly, she was sick of talking about it. But lively voices drew her attention to the center of camp where their rather reckless yet unshakable leader stood. His arms were outstretched as if he was trying to convince people to watch a performance or sell something to them. She crossed her arms across her chest, eyebrows knitted together as she listened to what he was saying.

They needed to go to town, so soon after settling into camp. She knew that it needed to happen, but with the death of William still so fresh in everyone’s hearts, it felt rather… cold. But she didn’t say a word. She simply strode over to a large leather-bound book that was located by her tent. She opened it and looked at the stock she had taken days prior. They were running low on pretty much everything, which meant she had to go into town. A sigh left her lips as she wrote the quantities of the needed materials down on a spare piece of paper and folded it up to go in her small clutch which was rather worn out after years on the road.

“Beatrice! Sybil! Come on, we’re goin’ shoppin’. Anyone else that needs some goods better come with, I don’t want complainin’ about not having things if you miss out.” Her voice was clear enough to carry across the camp as she approached one of the wagons often used for shopping trips. She placed some things in it before she climbed up, clearly waiting for more people to join her. Her plans to shop were often boring compared to what Rasmus wanted. He encouraged drinking, flirting, chatting, joking, and even gambling when he sent people to town, but she preferred to get the camp squared away before she even thought about encouraging such a thing.

As she sat on the wagon, she quickly pulled her hair up with practiced speed, neatly pinning it into a bun. She just hoped those who came with her also dressed up enough to look like respectful settlers and not anyone to raise eyebrows at.

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Mags chewed slowly on a piece of hardtack as Rasmus talked, and gave a slight nod in acknowledgment when he was done. She may have been one of the newer members of the gang, but she knew her part well.

It was her job to assess what passed as medical practice in these parts, and offer to supplement it. She hated it. Advertising herself was not something Mags did well. But the doctor in town might well have minimal training in births, or could be in need of an extra set of hands, even if it was just to clean and organize his supplies and keep his records. And those were all things Mags could get paid for, in some way or another.

She grabbed her hat off where it had been hanging on the pole of her tent, fixing it one-handedly on top of her dark hair. Her horse, Mister, was already saddled and ready to go in anticipation of Rasmus' go-ahead, and Mags brought the easy-going mare over towards the wagon before mounting. She'd found that Iris and the others might have an easier time in town if Mags didn't come and go riding in the same wagon, though she'd kept that observation to herself.

"Need more laudanum," she told Iris once she was settled, "And some other things," which was Mags' way of asking for the money to buy said things.

 

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If you asked Callie on the daily if she had a hard job, she would tell you absolutely not. Absolutely the easiest job she’s ever had. She loved the people, the animals, the whole thing. She could live without the running from the law, but lets be honest, it kept her life slightly thrilling. However, today was one of those days that if you asked that same question, she would probably stare into the void for a while.

Big moves were never good for the animals. Traversing through all sorts of woodlands, rivers, through rain and shine. All kinds of mud and rocks were sure to be under the horses hooves, caught in the horse-shoes with mud caking the frog of the beast’s feet. Thank God none of them quite had injuries yet, no infections or damaged paws. She’d already gotten up early that morning, checked the dogs for ticks and fleas, and then double checked Honey Suckle was clean. As long as she could get around on him, she could do anything needed in camp. She wanted to check all the hooves for damage, clean out excessive mud or stone to reduce chance of rot, but now she was out of vinegar.

A cheap alternative to the stupid ‘flea and tick’ solution stores had, vinegar easily drowned anything and everything, plus was safe for the animals to bite at if the liquid itched them at all. So when she heard Iris mention the town and stores, she perked her head up. Cassie threw what she needed in a smaller satchel and stepped up to the group, glancing to Iris.

"Iris,”

Cassie kept her posture high and confident as she spoke.

"I’m headed with ya’ll. I ran out’ta vinegar couple days ago."

She threw a thinly pressed smile to the group as her voice fell with a relatively flat mono-tone. Honey snorted in the background from where he was tied up, like he thought he was a part of the whole travel equation. But Callie would take the wagon today since they’d settled down into camp.

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⊰ A Hunter ⊱
Age ⊱ 26 Years
Gender ⊱ Female
Location ⊱ The outskirts of camp
Feeling ⊱ Thoughtful
Mentioned ⊱ Scout, Rasmus
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A far-off elk call echoed through the trees and made her stormy eyes turn away from the breaking of dawn's light towards the thick forest and the shadows that retreated into it. The smooth surface of her pendent comforted her fingers as the blonde woman toyed with it and the wolf teeth gently in thought. Kathrine rose before the sun today, wanting to study the waking world before the rest of the camp woke for the day. Dawn was the most peaceful time of day, yet as much as she loved it, it was not often she'd get to stop and admire it like today. It was their first night here in Serenity Gulch, and as the move had been rough and many were still on edge, she decided it was best to stay close to camp this morning rather than take Scout to go hunting. Kath went hunting alone normally, so if she were to get in a bind in such an unknown place, it would be hard for anyone to find her, so best to wait for the daylight for now.

She'd watched the sun rise until the rays of light glittered across the fields of green that they'd settled in, the dew reflecting like diamonds in the light. To think that just a few days ago, they were rushing across town borders and through river passes, always glancing back to make sure they weren't followed. Kathrine remembered one of the wagon horses spooking in one of the rivers and they were lucky it was just deep enough that in his panic, he could do little more than just keep moving forward. She'd sided Scout up next to that horse for miles keeping him calm after that, and when they'd finally found a break to relax a little and slow down, she'd been so exhausted. Scout had been covered in sweat, and Kath had made sure to note to take him to a river today and give him a good wash and double-check for injuries. A whinny broke her from her thoughts as the gentle rumble of hooves was headed for her and the red-white stallion came trotting up to her.

She smiled softly at him as she stood to meet the mustang, "Hey, bud. How are ya this morning?" The horse snorted as he stopped before her and shook his mane, licking his lips as she patted his neck. She glanced back towards the camp and saw Callie moving about the other horses and looking over them, and Kath knew why he'd trotted over away from the other horses. With a small shake of her head, she moved to lift each of his hooves herself and check him over like Callie was doing for the other horses. Kathrine knew that Callie was very good at keeping the horses healthy and safe, but Scout was almost even less trusting than she was and would only let the woman get so close to him before he trotted off. Of course, he did the same to everyone but Kath, and always had. Even after all these years he still hadn't warmed up to anyone...though neither had Kath really. Not anything more than a campmate and the smallest title of "friends".

Setting down his last hoof, she patted his hind end softly, "Alright, later on, you and I will find a river that not entirely freezing and give you a wash, ok?" He nickered and nuzzled into her side when she stepped up beside him and she hugged his neck back in response. A jolly-sounding voice rang out over the camp then and Kathrine raised her eyes to see Rasmus greeting a returning hunting party. A frown crossed her face, but she quickly wiped it away before anyone could see it. Did he really have a job in mind? Already? Yet even as she asked this question, she knew he did. After these many years, she knew very well not to question things he'd got in his mind to do, and this moment was no different. Or at least she thought. This time felt different though, especially after the loss they'd suffered and the move they'd just finished, yet still she dared not speak a word and kept her thoughts to herself.

Iris's voice caught her attention then and she watched the redhead climb up into the wagon ready to head for town. Maybe it would be a good idea for Kathrine to step out of camp while Rasmus would talk of plans. She didn't have any place on missions, she knew this well, and that didn't bother her a bit. Her place was with the camp and keeping it safe, so the less she knew about what they planned the better. Kathrine patted Scout's neck, "Stay out of trouble. I'll be back in a bit. Going to go scope out the town." The stallion snorted and went on his way munching down on grass as the blonde moved towards her tent that stood under two trees just a little ways behind them. She liked being on the outskirts of camp, and as these trees stood just on the outer edge about ten feet or so away from the others, it was the perfect site for it. The young woman stepped into her tent and changed quickly out of her regular hat, jacket, vest, and shirt and put on a long-sleeved, high-collar dark red shirt and black skirt. She kept her boots and pants on under the skirt, making sure to hide her hunting knife in her right boot. It wasn't often she dressed up like this, but as this was a new town and after all the trouble that had recently occurred, she wanted to blend in a bit. She wasn't going unarmed though.

As she stepped back out of her tent, she twisted her loose braid up into a loose bun on her head, letting some of it frame her face as she made her way to the wagon. She nodded to Callie and Mags softly as she moved up to look up at Iris evenly, her hands moving to clasp in front of her lightly as she spoke with a somewhat chilly tone with just the slightest hint of curiosity, "Still room for one more? Would be good to get a feel for the town we'll be visiting from now on." She knew it was an open invitation, but she respected Iris honestly, finding her similar icy demeanor somehow comforting sometimes. She couldn't explain it, but it was a feeling that made her ask to join them rather than just hop on.

 

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Wool and sheepskin blankets created a warm barrier from the chill of the night. Two bodies were snuggled up close together, clearly still recovering from the long journey. It had been a long time since Sybil had slept in, and even longer since her son felt comfortable enough to stay sleeping. Still, the morning sun peaking through the canvas curtains roused the black-haired woman and caused her to push herself up onto her elbows. She looked around and sat up more, hearing the slight murmurs and stirs of the camp beginning to awake. She tucked her son in more before pulling on some pants and boots and heading outside of her wagon.

Sybil had been lucky enough to have saved up enough money to purchase her own wagon and turned it into somewhat of a moving home. There was a bed, trunks full of clothes, and other various personal belongings of her and her son. She closed the canvas flaps tightly, not wanting to wake her son before necessary. The camp smelled like a fresh fire and coffee as most of the gang members woke themselves up with the harsh black coffee and a splash of whiskey. She helped herself to a simple cup of coffee with a couple of cubes of sugar, but nothing more.

The warm drink was welcomed as she eased herself onto the slight makeshift bench that one of the men had unloaded when they had arrived a week prior. She herself had only left the camp once or twice to hunt as her son had a slight cold for a few days and was uncomfortable with being away from his mother’s side. So Sybil was a bit excited with the prospect of getting out and doing things in the near future. But as the sun climbed in the sky, her son woke up and it meant she had to take care of him. So she helped get him ready for the day before she did her own morning chores, most of which consisted of taking care of her horse Dutchman. He was often located at her wagon in a paddock with only another horse or two, simply due to some of the other horses being less than friendly.

The routine was good and familiar, and as she dusted off her hands after brushing the dun, the voice of the gang’s leader broke through the quiet atmosphere. He had a certain way of bringing out good moods within the group when he was in one himself. It seemed to uplift everyone and get them in the mood to do jobs or go out and be productive. He could be inspiring when he wanted, but also terribly scary if he chose. It was difficult to predict how he would act. But it seemed that he was in a particularly good mood. She found herself sighing slightly as she was called out by Iris to go shopping, which meant she had to get dressed for the day.

“One moment Iris! I gotta get dressed!” Sybil let her son go and play around the camp as she got dressed herself, washing up briefly at the nearby creek, despite the cold temperatures of the running water. She did her best to style her hair neatly and put on a dress, the fawn-colored fabric surprisingly in good shape. She owned a few dresses that were in good shape, mostly due to Iris taking her to shops and buying them whenever she had leftover pocket money. So luckily she had a day dress that she could wear and look presentable in.

Brushing the skirt for a moment, she pulled it up enough to walk across the camp and went to the wagon, Laurie quickly running to her side. She picked him up and placed him in the back where Beatrice was sitting, clearly ready to stretch her own legs. Sybil smiled at her and briefly at the other women who were also trying to join in. Callie, Katherine, and Mags all had their own errands to run, which meant they had quite the shopping crew.

“Well alright, everyone who's ridin’ along in the wagon better get in or get goin’ on horses.” Iris’ cool voice was pleasant on the ears as she let everyone load up before they started heading out, the slight rocking of the wagon familiar and somewhat nostalgic as they were going into town for goods and not heading across the country running from the law.

Tags: Bea ( junegloom ) Callie ( BloopNoodle ) Mags ( jones573 ) Kath ( Kat-sune ) | Location: Serenity Gulch | Wearing: xo

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Golden curls, a slim cigarette held between pink lips, and a novel held by slender fingers, it wasn’t the image of a cowboy outlaw roughing it in the wilderness. No, it seldom was when it came to Dimitri. He often found himself relaxing in the early mornings before he went off to mess around in town or offer assistance with chores in exchange for personal life stories. This was no different from every morning he had during the long move. He always seemed to have a tune to hum, a smile on his face, and a relatively upbeat attitude.

Almost unaffected by the roughness of their lifestyle and certainly unphased by loss, he stood out amongst everyone, but he was a key factor in keeping the children happy and entertained while the adults were grieving. Not that he minded, children were by far more fun as an audience, and most of the gang members were stuffy and couldn’t find the ability to smile even if he forced them to.

‘Oh well.’ Taking another hit from his cigarette, he finally looked up to see two familiar faces ride back into their camp, a large elk strapped down behind one of them. “Well good morning gentlemen, looks like you’ve got breakfast sorted!” With a cheerful greeting and a slight tip of his head, the Englishman leaned back in his chair and sighed, content with the life that they were making for themselves in Serenity Gulch. The smell of coffee on the fire, fresh breakfast from Alice’s wagon, and the familiar aroma of nicotine, well, it was home.

Even Rasmus’ excited words were somewhat comforting to Dimitri as he smiled, clearly interested in doing some digging. It was about time he spread his wings a little bit. “Miss Iris, darling, you look quite wonderful this morning. Mind if I escort you and your ladies into town?” The blonde leaned against the side of the wagon, blue eyes clearly glinting with a playful nature, and an impish smile painted on his lips. The ginger-haired woman sighed heavily, clearly annoyed by Dimitri but simply waved her hand dismissively.

“Maybe buy some brains while yer there Mr. Petrov.” Still, it wasn’t a no! Excitedly, the British gentleman made his way over to where his beloved horse was and began to get him ready to go. A quick brush, pick, tack-up, and Dimitri was beside the wagon filled with the women of the camp. Her greeted each one with his usual charming smile and followed along, clearly enjoying the free time to listen to the gossip of the town.

The trail was bumpy, filled with trees, and the scent of pine overpowered anything else that someone might’ve been wearing. The views were incredible though. Conversations and slight songs were started as the group moved into town, in an attempt to keep spirits up as time went by. It was about 20 minutes before they arrived on the main road to Serenity Gulch, the town very much starting to awaken from its own slumber. The perfect place to be on such a fine morning, at least in his opinion.

After escorting the ladies safely to the general store, Dimitri separated from them, simply reminding Iris to get him when they were ready to leave. Instead of shopping, he very casually headed to the local saloon, mostly out of curiosity about what drunks would be there in the morning and if anyone would have any grievances they would bestow on a handsome young man.

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Getting up early in the morning with old friends and seeing how they were doing was usually Mitch’s way of taking care of them. This was no different. There had been a need for some fresh meat for the day and Wilbur Fellows, the camp butcher, was quite stressed about relying on the young hunters as they were always doing something else instead of what he wanted. Or at least, that’s what he told Mitch during his drunken rant the previous night. So Mitch swung by a couple of tents to tell those who normally would hunt that he would take care of the morning hunt.

And he did just that. It had been cold and a bit wet, his boots and pants certainly were damp when he returned to camp, his usual smile back on his face. His fingers worked their way through the mane of Belladonna as he watched Wilbur unload the beast he carried on his own horse. Rasmus’ announcement was more important to the older gunman than his butcher swearing at kids to get out of the way as he got help moving the elk.

“Rasmus, aren’t you gonna grant that town with yer own grand presence first?” He called out to his old friend and leader, clearly joking, but also curious if they had to worry about his watchful eyes as well. The man laughed loudly as he walked over to Mitch, hair perfectly combed, beard styled, and boots freshly shined. Patting the speckled neck of his horse, he looked up at the gunman and sighed, almost as if he was actually disappointed.

“Today, no. I’m staying here to go over some things with old Otto. I need to know that Crow’s Alley won’t be coming back to get us out here.” For a man who lived on the streets his whole life and ran a gang, Rasmus sure didn’t look or sound the part. He was so put together, well-groomed, and well-fed that it was hard to imagine he was an outlaw who had killed more men than you could imagine.

“Do you think that’s gonna be a problem? Four months is a mighty long time, that’s gotta count for somethin’ right?”

“I wish I knew boy! I wish I knew! But you, do something useful today, even if it is trying to get another wife!” The boisterous laughter of Rasmus once again filled the camp air before he patted Mitch’s leg and headed in the direction of Otto Silver who had been down at the river’s edge for a while.

A heavy sigh left Mitch as he dismounted and began to work on un-tacking his mare and cleaning her up before she was let in with the other horses to graze. A calloused hand ran across his face in an attempt to organize his thoughts slightly as he headed over to his water barrel and rinsed his face and neck briefly. William’s death was a tragedy but one that haunted Mitch more than most. He knew who was responsible and it was someone he wanted, needed, to protect. It was frustrating because his protests were ignored as it was simple and easy, done by everyone plenty of times before and yet it still happened.

The move had been tough and he had been one of the pillars for many of the distraught individuals. In particular, William’s widow. The girl was in a terrible state, though you couldn’t initially see it. But her eyes were dull and her heart seemed to no longer beat. She simply existed within the group and only wanted to rest when she felt justice had been dealt. He teetered on the edge of overwhelming guilt to anger as he had all the answers but couldn’t do anything about it. With a heavy sigh, he resigned to a table and let his frustrations out on a cigarette, his first one in a long time, having since run out on the move and nobody smoked what he liked, but he made do with what he was given.

A deep inhale and exhale allowed him to relax his shoulders and mind slightly, his troubled gaze bouncing around familiar faces in the camp. His gaze lingered for a moment longer on the camp’s cook but he quickly turned his attention to Emett when the young man emerged from his tent, clearly disgruntled about something. “Get on over here boy!” He motioned with his hands for the scout to come his way and despite the slight hesitation, Emett shook his head and walked in Mitch’s direction, clearly ready to actually talk for once.

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The one thing that Blake always had on his mind was money. Money was how you get the things you need after all and ever since the gang had to haul ass, Blake had been considering if there were any legal means the gang could go through to get some cash just to afford some supplies. They had a lot of smoke on their trail after Willy's death so the best thing to do was earn money without getting into trouble. Plus an entire train of wagons and horses with a dozen mouths to feed was very hard to hide. Ever since he joined the Prewitt gang, they didn't get into much trouble with the law. But given recent events and the scale of trouble they were in, Blake wanted to play it on the safe side.

The gang didn't seem tight on supplies or money but to him, it was good to have some extra money on hand just in case.

At his tent, Blake was taking inventory of any supplies the gang might have left to sell. Hides and leather were always the go-to and it seemed that they had enough to sell to buy a few things extra if they needed to. He sighed as he looked at the crates of hides and leather. Hunting for animal products to sell was not going to be a sustainable venture. If he wanted to get that sustainability, Blake wanted to go to Serenity Gulch. He wanted an idea of how the local economy worked, and see if he could work something out.

He was a bit too late with the wagon leaving. Kind of a shame since he needed the wagon to carry his crate of animal products but he could make do. He took some of the leather from the crate and walked over to Whitney who was excited to see her closest friend in the known world. He placed the leather in a satchel attached to the saddle.

"We're gonna run some errands girl.”

Blake said excitingly to his companion before he mounted her.

"Hyah!"

With a quick jolt of the reins, Blake drove Whitney in the direction of Serenity Gulch.

The ride itself was very therapeutic, Blake needed to feel some stillness. The sound of birds and buzzing calmed Blake's mind which raced with a million thoughts. Whitney needed a little of a break too. No sprints just a nice walk through nature.

By the time Blake pulled into town and parked Whitney by the wagon in front of the general store. Once he dismounted he took the leather straps from the satchel and walked inside to see the women from camp who went ahead.

"Ladies.”

He smiled tipping his hat to his fellow gang members.

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Beatrice's morning was rather slow and lazy. She hadn't quite shaken the exhaustion of their long journey just yet, but it did seem to be easing some. Of course, she got up with the sun, like most others in the gang, though she was slow to get herself together and was one of the last to join the group for breakfast (which, of course, earned some chiding from Iris).

She barely had time to sip her coffee before Rasmus set his expectations for the group. Having been part of the gang since the day she was born, it didn't surprise Beatrice in the slightest that he wanted them to begin establishing themselves in town. She was sure he would have made them do this sooner if it wasn't for William's death. Beatrice was well aware that some thought they should take more time before resuming usual activity in the wake of his untimely passing, but that wasn't Rasmus' way.

She wouldn't forget how quickly he had the gang move on after her father's arrest without so much as an attempt to help him. Nothing could surprise her after that.

Iris called her and Sybil to do some shopping, so Bea drained what was left of her coffee and made her way to the wagon. As slow as she was to start this morning, she was glad for an opportunity to head into town. This extra-long move had made her a bit restless and she was eager to see what awaited her in Serenity Gulch.

She flicked her single braid over her shoulder and climbed into the wagon as others began to appear to join them. She opened her arms for Laurie, gesturing for him to sit next to her for the trip into town.

"How's my favorite friend?"

she asked the lively six-year-old as he took his place.

Beatrice couldn't help but snicker at Iris' response to Dimitri's poor attempt at flattery.

Once they were in town, Beatrice was tempted to follow Dimitri, as he was sure to be doing something much more fun than shopping. However, she knew better than to stray from Iris.

Maybe she'd be free to slip off and find him once the shopping was complete.

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Gabriel woke just before dawn, just like he did each morning. He quite enjoyed the quiet and the peace of the mornings, before camp was bustling and boisterous. He always started his morning by getting dressed, checking in on and feeding Teo, and taking a walk around camp. He was one of the first to breakfast, sipping coffee as the others trickled in from their tents and wagons.

"Mornin' Mitch,"

He greeted his friend with a smile, not wanting to be rude, he quickly greeted the other man as well with a nod of his head.

"Wilbur."

It didn't take long for their leader to greet the group for the morning, assigning them their task, as he did each time they moved. As much as Gabriel respected the man, he always did his best to avoid this task. He didn't like going into town, blind to the people and their attitudes towards newcomers. He was never good with new people. Gabriel much preferred going in later, armed with knowledge and maybe with a friend to help make introductions for him.

So, instead, he was opting to forego the trip into town today and keep to helping around camp. That is, as long as Rasmus didn't say anything. He'd go if he was directly ordered, whether he wanted to or not.

In the meantime, he waved the group heading into town off.

He was about to go off to join Mitch, but it seemed that he was already engaged with Emett. So, he kept his distance for privacy and cleaned up his space from breakfast.

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Alice was up early, something she was quite used to by now. She was typically up before many at camp, so she could be prepared with food as people got up, and no one would have to deal with unpleasantness rooted in early morning hunger or a lack of coffee. After taking a moment to herself in her personal wagon to get dressed, put her hair up, and collect herself before heading over to her cook's wagon. There was a sense of familiarity to it all—unlocking the wagon and getting all set up to start the day with a good breakfast. However, after the move, the cart was a little less organized than Alice would have liked it to be. She made a mental note to take some time to reorganize her supplies; she always hated a messy workspace.

While they were running a bit low on ingredients, a decent breakfast was pulled together. Alice always seemed to be able to pull something together from whatever limited resources she had. There were oats left from the last few days, and she sweetened them with a bit of sugar and mixed in some berries that had been gathered the other day. There was a bit of bread left, which she warmed up to make toast and began to make some jam with the berries and sugar that were left. She was able to make a bit of a scramble for some protein with some eggs and vegetables. She also made some tea and coffee, which was bound to be needed. She knew people were tired after the move and needed something to keep their energy up.

As people got up and trickled towards the cook's wagon for their breakfasts, they were able to make up plates from the dishes Alice had set up, and she made pleasant conversation. She's had a piece of toast just to tide her over as she worked, but Alice usually made her plate last, making sure everyone got what they needed first. She helped anyone who was unable to make a plate for themselves, mainly children, and made a plate for poor Grace. Rather than just giving it to her herself, she gave the plate to one of the children she had seen Grace spend time around and told her to deliver the plate. Children seemed to love being given tasks to do; it made them feel important, and it seemed to be better for the plate to be delivered by someone Grace actually spent time around. Alice was saddened by Grace's state. Her dull eyes reminded her far too much of the deep pains she'd experienced as a young woman, although Grace's situation was admittedly much worse.

After everyone had time to make themselves a plate, Alice got some oats and tea for herself. As she ate, she listened to Rasmus' words, subtle instructions to go into town and establish themselves, as well as scope things out. Alice considered joining the group and going into town, but decided to stay back and take the time to clean up after breakfast and fully organize her wagon. Maybe get a start on cooking some lunch and dinner. She enjoyed meeting new people, but it's not like she had to go and establish herself to try and get any Jos in town. She trusted Iris to get what was needed for camp stores, and she didn't need anything personally, so it was a better use of her time to hang back. Alice began to pick up plates that had been left behind by less thoughtful members of camp and took them back over to the wagon for cleaning.

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The town was a relatively quiet thing in the early morning. However, she did appreciate how Serenity Gulch’s vendors were up with the sun, as it allowed Iris to get enough of her shopping done before anyone else was really thinking about it. The ride to town had been quiet, mostly only accompanied by the creaking of the wagon and songs that Dimitri hummed or sang to entertain Laurie as he sat in the back, struggling to sit still.

Upon getting situated by the general store, Iris let herself down from the wagon, fixing her dress. “I’m goin’ in the general store first so if y’all need me, I’ll be here.” She smiled slightly at the other members of the gang as she walked into the store. Strolling up to the storekeeper, she started talking to him and began to ask prices for bulk items and what he exactly had in stock. It was boring work, but that was why it was Iris’ job to handle it. She knew how to provide for everyone and keep things stocked up.

Her large book was held securely in her arms as she began to make her orders, the money being placed into the elderly man’s hands as they discussed where the wagon was in order to pack it for her. After finishing with her orders there, she wandered over to the store where most medical supplies were sold, having her own collection of them for those who did not go to the doctor for help. Her blue gaze flickered across the various tinctures, tonics, poultices, and herbs out on display, curious names and descriptions written for each other. She knew what she needed to get, so that wasn’t very difficult, but she did find the other inventions and such to be mildly interesting to read about, or at least to let the doctor who ran the shop talk about.

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Age ⊱ 26 Years
Gender ⊱ Female
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Kathrine had kept quiet the whole ride into town, her eyes trained on the road and the world around them as they passed by. She'd silently nodded a thank you to Iris and had climbed into the front seat next to her as she'd wanted to see as much as she could on the ride there. She made note of the landmarks they passed, making sure to remember them. She'd survived on her own before the gang by making camp deep in the woods and making sure she knew the way back to it, so this was just second nature to her. Learn the lay of the land, find the safe places, observe and note what happens, and know where to be when things happen. She may not join jobs, but she could advise others how to get away from them afterward. Kath didn't agree with what they did, but if she could help people get away and get home safely to the people they loved at camp, then she would do all she could.

With a thoughtful motion, Kathrine twirled the braided strand of blonde hair she'd kept out of the bun, feeling the soothing brush of the feathers tied on the end. She then noticed Dimitri's horse trotting up on her side of the wagon and she frowned slightly. As usual, she avoided his stare and devilish, mischievous grin. She had little patience for his games and would avoid them every chance she could. When she couldn't avoid it, she'd bite her tongue and just cooperate as much as she could, but the moment she got the chance to, she would make distance. Today was certainly no different. Luckily, he paid her no mind or at least pretended not to and moved on and Kathrine was free to enjoy the scenery as they continued bumping along into town.

When they arrived, Kathrine dismounted the wagon seat and stepped onto the porch of the general store, her eyes scanning what she could see of the town from where she stood. A quiet little town was so comforting compared to some of the larger cities they'd passed through in the past. It may not be what the others were used to, and useful information could be hard to gather here, but Kathrine herself, was relieved. She would feel very relaxed here she thought.

Blake arrived as the rest of them were dismounting and Kathrine gave him a soft nod in greeting while she stood by to see if anyone needed assistance getting out of the wagon. She wasn't close to anyone really, nor was she known for talking, but she would still help if she could. If others would let her. After a minute or two of determining that everyone was able to dismount and go on about their ways, Kathrine turned and entered the general store. She scanned the store shelves for a moment before her eyes landed on a leatherbound journal and writing/drawing charcoal and she picked them up. On their move, she had lost hers when the bag she'd put it in had fallen from the wagon in their racing in the stream and sank to the bottom before anyone could grab it. The journal was the only thing of value lost, but it had saddened her as she'd loved it dearly. To find one for sale here was a kind of luck she'd never had before.

Grabbing a few apples for Scout and a bar of chocolate for herself, she stepped up to the counter where a young boy counted her total as Iris was going through the camp orders with the other man. Kath glanced over and listened as Iris went over the items, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she listened. She didn't understand half of the things Iris wrote down in that book, but she was glad that Iris understood it, of that she was certain. Using a little bit of her own coin that she kept with her, she made her purchase, stepped back out onto the porch of the store, and settled on an empty bench. Kath cracked open the new journal and drew out one of the pencils, settling the book on her lap comfortably as she glanced up at the street and shops before looking back down and beginning to sketch. To anyone who passed by, she was sketching and nothing more, but to her, she was noting exits, windows, doors, and anything and everything that stood out. She didn't gather information like the others, but she'd know how to tell someone to get around in this new town, and which alleyways and windows were easy escapes in a panic. This is how she was going to spend her time while the others shopped, still in earshot of when they would be headed back to camp. Until then, onward she sketched.

 

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The night had been less than desirable for the young outlaw. Sleep stung his eyes as he looked around his canvas tent, a slight ache to his bones. He had been up throughout half the night on watch and had only crawled into his pile of blankets hours before the sun began to climb up into the sky. His brain seemed to thump against his skull in protest as he heaved his body up and out of the tent, squinting slightly at the bright morning light.

He could hear the echoing laughs of his father but he ignored them, in favor of not doing what the man said. The trip out west had been rather difficult on Emett due to the boy’s rage over a friend being killed and nobody owning up to it. He felt suffocated, angry, and helpless. There was nothing he could do to fix anything and he certainly couldn’t get revenge. Not to mention, his father’s grip on his shoulder seemed to tighten, along with his expectations. He just didn’t want to deal with any of it, especially so early.

But his disgruntled and irritated thoughts were easily interrupted by the ever-so-cheerful Mitch who beckoned him over. Muttering under his breath slightly, Emett walked over to the man, hunching his shoulders slightly as he sat down at the table. Coffee, meat, and porridge seemed to mix in the air and it made his mouth water as he sat in front of the experienced man, clearly not sure what he wanted to talk about.

“You still angry about Will?” Mitch’s voice had drastically lowered as he leaned on his forearms, his eyes practically drilling holes into Emett’s. The youth’s shoulders twitched at the mention of William but he did his best not to react. After a few seconds of silence, he ran both hands back through his long hair, pulling it away from his face, and allowing the crisp air to cling to the exposed skin.

“S’pose.” A curt answer and an expected one from him. Little people were able to get words out of Emett, and sentences were even trickier for him. The words often were spoken in his mind and he was satisfied with not having to share them, even if it made the situation awkward.

“Well don’t be dwellin’ on that anymore. Bea’s been lookin’ mighty lonely while you’ve been stewin’. So figure it out.” With a somewhat forceful clap on Emett’s shoulder, Mitch got up from the table and headed over to his friend Gabe, a wide smile on his face as he called out to the reserved blaster. Emett really didn’t get where he got all that energy from.

Though his words seemed to rattle around in his skull as he pulled himself away from the table in order to get food and coffee, both of which were much needed. He knew that he hadn’t been the most pleasant person in camp, but he failed to realize what he had been doing to those closest to him. His anger had silently seeped out into his other relationships, making it difficult for anyone to remotely try and speak with him.

Guilt and irritation seemed to tug on his stomach as he spooned the food into his mouth, the flavor being good, but somewhat bitter due to the pit coiling inside of him. He’d have to apologize, in his own way, and that was just… uncomfortable. Emotions, and relationships, were difficult for Emett to navigate. He preferred to be closed off and keep his thoughts to himself. He had more things to worry about than keeping bridges from burning. But unfortunately, that wouldn’t really happen.

Once finished, the boy cleaned up his dishes and returned them to Alice, a quiet mumbled ‘thanks’ passing him before he immediately went to his tent to grab a couple of things and then set off towards his horse. He didn’t plan on staying around camp, but he certainly wasn’t going to town. But not a word about his possible whereabouts was spoken and within what seemed like seconds, he had disappeared in the lush green foliage.

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“Mornin’ Bea. You can have him if ya want.” Sybil’s tone was surprisingly friendly as she spoke to the red-haired girl in the wagon, jokingly moving to plop her son in the woman’s lap. Despite their age differences, Sybil enjoyed Bea’s company and found that she made life within the gang less grim, especially considering how many wild situations they have found themselves in over the years. Plus, she trusted him with Laurie, which was a special honor, and that made her practically family.

The wagon ride was rather quiet and enjoyable, despite Dimitri joking and singing songs, much to the enjoyment of her son. The greenery was pleasant to look at and she appreciated the change of pace as camp had been rather suffocating following the death of William. Not that anybody seemed to admit or address it, it just festered below the surface and threatened to pop at a moment’s notice. It was just a matter of time, at least in her opinion. The wagon eventually rolled to a stop alongside the general store, signaling some time for everyone to do shopping or explore while there.

Sybil got up and out of the wagon, Laurie jumping down and causing the woman to catch him, much to her annoyance. She didn’t have time to scold the boy before another member of the group pulled up alongside them. Blake. He was a kind person and had skills that Sybil was interested in learning about. She knew how to hunt, gather, sew, and basic things like that, but making other goods was always lost on her. Grasping Laurie’s hand, Sybil smoothly walked over to the blonde, a slight smile on her face.

“You able to bring some company while you go about town, Blake?” She mostly was curious about what he was going to get and sell as he was clearly the man in charge of that sort of thing, plus she knew her son would get enjoyment out of it. “We’ll keep clear outta the way, I’m just tryin’ to brush up on sellin’ goods in this place.” The soft tugging of her son on her hand made her cast her gaze down the dark-haired boy.

Motioning for her to bend down to his height so he could whisper something, Sybil did just that. She gathered her dress’ skirt to lower herself enough so that her child could tell her what he was too shy to say out loud. “And Laurie would be mighty interested to see what guns they’re sellin’ out here in the west. Specially huntin' ones.” A soft smile played on her lips as she ruffled the hair of her son, careful to keep him close as people, wagons, and horses began to fill the dusty roads of Serenity Gulch.

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