"Thought you said you was immortal?" he asked, helping clean up the mess before getting off his lap, legs protesting at the movement at first.

He picked up his clothes and headed inside, stoking the fire and waiting for Erron to join him.

"We had a lot of plans in the gang, then "when we get rich" sort, not just Dutch's plans of stealing a stagecoach or the like. Some wanted to own a ranch or farm, others wanted to live in a grand house." he sat down on the bed, inviting the other man to sit with him. "Me? I liked the idea of a ranch. Maybe someday I still will, lot to do for one and I'm just one man. Never however dreamed of being the sort of folk we robbed from. Even when I was going to marry Mary I didn't want to live like her. Confining life, dull small talk all the time, not for me"