The leader of the gang that the Seven had been following noticed the temperature was steadily growing colder. He could tell they were in for some snow. The bite in the air chilled his breath to a cloud of vapor. It was going to be a bad one. Surely those lawmen had grown tired of chasing them and had gone home? He hoped anyway. He had noticed a large sprawling house that had been set off in the woods not too far back. They had avoided it, not wanting any witnesses to their passing. Now Dead Eye Les reconsidered their options. Maybe if they circled back they could spend the night in warm comfort, instead of freezing their butts off out here in the rapidly dropping temperature.
And if those peacekeepers
were still around, maybe they could find a hostage or two to bargain
with.
With a grin, he drew rein. "Boys," he announced. "We're
taking up residence in that house back there." "That's
the best decision you've made all season," Mad Mel nodded,
pleased with the choice. "Even my tube's frozen!"
"Get off my back, Mel. We'll be warm in no time. And who knows, there just might be some entertainment at that house back there."
"Christ, I hope so," grumbled Kel the Terrible. "This little venture West has been awfully boring. I miss my MTV."
"Quit whining," Dead Eye Les barked. "I want to get settled before nightfall. Let's go." And with that the motley gang turned their mounts and rode hard for the house.