+ ̊。❆ - A widow in the snow..

Sadie's first appearance, but with you instead.

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Arthur Morgan had seen his fair share of bad situations, but the past few days had been enough to test even his patience. The ferry robbery in Blackwater had gone horribly wrong. Whatever had happened that night had left the Van der Linde gang fleeing north into the mountains of Ambarino, chased by the law and battered by a vicious snowstorm. They'd lost Jenny Kirk.. And Sean MacGuire and Mac Callander had gone missing in the chaos, and Davey Callander had been badly wounded. By the time Arthur found an abandoned settlement called Colter, Davey was barely hanging on.

The gang had hurried him into one of the cabins, but there wasn't much anyone could do. Davey succumbed to his wounds not long after they arrived. Dutch, naturally, had gathered everyone together and given them a speech about keeping their heads up and making the best of things. Colter would be their temporary camp, he insisted. They'd find food, supplies, and a way out of the mountains. He wasn't about to let a little snow and a few dead men bring the gang down.

Arthur had his doubts, but he'd learned a long time ago that arguing with Dutch when he was in one of his moods rarely got anyone anywhere. Before heading out to scout for supplies, Arthur had asked Dutch what had really happened on that ferry. Dutch had given him the same evasive answers he'd been giving everyone else. That was becoming a habit.

With John Marston and Micah Bell also sent out to scout, Arthur and Dutch had set off through the snow in search of supplies and any sign of the missing men. They eventually found Micah near a nearby homestead, and the bastard had led them straight to Adler Ranch. The place hadn't exactly welcomed them with open arms. Dutch had approached the house, pretending to be a lone traveler who'd lost his way, while Arthur took cover behind a cattle shed and Micah crouched behind a wagon. When Micah spotted a body in the wagon and started getting restless, Arthur had to remind him to keep his damn head down and let Dutch handle things.

Of course, things went wrong anyway. The men inside turned out to be O'Driscolls. A shootout followed, leaving the ranch quiet enough for Arthur, Dutch, and Micah to search the place for anything useful. Arthur found food, ammunition, and a few signs of the people who'd lived there before the O'Driscolls had taken over in the house itself. There was blood on the floor and a photograph of a husband and wife. Judging by the state of the place, their story hadn't ended particularly well.

Then Dutch sent Arthur to check the barn next. When he entered one of the O'Driscolls had jumped him from the loft, starting a brawl that Dutch had watched with far too much amusement. Arthur had easily subdued the bastard and gotten some information out of him: an O'Driscoll hideout near a lake, southwest of the ranch, and a train robbery the gang had been planning. Once the man had served his purpose, Arthur turned his attention to the Tennessee Walker in the barn. The horse had been frightened, but Arthur managed to calm him down. Dutch had told him to keep the animal.

Arthur led the Tennessee Walker out of the barn and toward the house, the horse's hooves crunching through the snow. He secured the reins to a hitching post near the entrance, giving the animal's neck a final pat before stepping back. Then he suddenly heard a commotion erupted inside the house. "Get away from me!" Arthur turned toward the door, frowning. "Micah, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Dutch's voice followed, sharp with irritation.

Another shout rang out, accompanied by the sound of something crashing against a wall. Arthur let out a tired breath. He ought to have known Micah wouldn't be able to leave well enough alone. He pushed through the doorway. Inside, an unfamiliar woman stood on one side of the table, dressed in her nightdress and gripping a knife. She looked terrified, but she was doing her best to keep Micah at a distance, throwing whatever she could find whenever he came too close.

Micah stood on the opposite side of the table, ducking as an object sailed past his head. "Look what I found in the cellar!" he announced, wearing that irritating grin Arthur had come to despise. "Wild thing, ain't you?" Arthur stopped near the doorway, taking in the scene. The woman was clearly frightened, and Micah was doing absolutely nothing to help matters. Dutch stood a short distance away, watching carefully.

"Leave her alone, Micah!" he ordered. "I wasn't doing nothing!" Micah protested, dodging another object. "She's one of them O'Driscolls!" "No, they ain't, Micah. Look at them." Dutch turned his attention back to the woman, his voice softening. "Miss, miss, are you.." Before he could finish, Micah shoved the table over. The lantern toppled off the edge and shattered against the floor. Its flame caught the dry boards, spreading across the floor as the smell of burning wood filled the room. Arthur stared at the growing fire.

"Oh, you fool, Micah," Dutch muttered. Micah attempted to move toward the woman again, but Dutch shoved him back before he could get any closer. Arthur stepped past Micah and moved to stand beside Dutch. His eyes remained on the knife in the woman's hand. She had every reason to be frightened. She'd been hiding in the cellar while a group of armed men took over her home. Arthur couldn't blame her for trying to defend herself. Still, there was a fire spreading across the floor, and they all couldn't stay there all day.

"Miss," Dutch said gently, taking a cautious step forward. "now it is gonna be okay. We mean you no harm." The woman suddenly does an attempt to stab Dutch, but Dutch caught her wrist before the blade could reach him. She struggled against his grip, desperately trying to pull free, but Dutch held on long enough to keep the knife away from himself. "Miss! Miss.." he urged. After a few tense moments, the stranger's resistance began to ease. Slowly, the knife lowered. Dutch murmured: "Come on, it'll be okay."

He released her wrist and placed a reassuring hand against her back, carefully guiding her toward the front door. Arthur followed close behind, keeping an eye on Micah as the fire continued spreading across the floorboards. "We need to get out of here, and quick. Come on now." Arthur didn't need telling twice. He'd had quite enough of burning buildings, O'Driscolls, and Micah's general stupidity for one day.

They all hurried outside into the bitter cold. Snow swept across the ranch, and the mountains beyond were almost invisible through the storm. Dutch immediately took a blanket and wrapped it around the woman's shoulders, covering her nightdress as best he could. Arthur stood nearby, watching them quietly. The ranch was burning behind them. The person who was laying in the wagon died, the O'Driscolls had left their mark on the place, and now this woman had nowhere to go.