Watching from a distance as the crowd gathered around the poster - on which the reward for finding a group of treasure hunters - sat Lynch, silently chewing on some tobacco. He just observed, eying the men and women who came to see what the poster was about. His brother had already tried to push him, knowing that Scott needed the money. And his brother had been right. He did need the  money. Lately he had spent his night in a friend's barn, sleeping in the same stable as his horse, Able. It was alright, but he really didn't want to be there for another year. 

A reward of $130. Everyone spoke the language of money, so seeing that amount had everyone interested. But why were these men so important. There were plenty of missing treasure hunters, but why did these men get a reward for finding them? - What were they chasing? Something about this poster just didn't feel right. 

He decided to wait for a little longer, still eying the crowd to see what would happen next while his mind was working on a plan of action. Perhaps his brother had more information; - No. No he didn't have any. He would've told him more had he known more. It were probably the locals at the edge of town who would have more information. A group of treasure hunters surely would catch someone's attention, right?