Arthur agreed, ordinary animals would pull in a bit of money but fifty plus dollars for a rare pelt meant he could get some non-winter clothes too.

It was indeed a little strange to be planning for the future when before Dutch was the future planner, while he just worked day to day and trusted the money he brought in would get them wherever they were headed.

He agreed again, he could go in and get clothes for him, though he hoped the clerk wouldn't pull the same trick as the one at the hotel did and rack up the price under the assumption the medicine seller couldn't read English.

"Honey and wax?" he chuckled, "You thinkin' of raising bees?" he asked incredulously.

But that did beg the question of how long would he be staying here. In the gang, the longest he'd spent in one place was about four months. Abigail was at the end of her pregnancy and then she had Jack and they couldn't leave until she'd recuperated, Jack wasn't so vulnerable, and they'd scouted a place ahead instead of just wandering.

"Ain't sure yet, see what the spring brings." he decided. There was still a lot of winter to go.