PLOT! Open to all
As the group rested at their first stop, Andrew dismounted, and started to walk around the edge of the group as Jonas had asked him to, leading his horse by the reins behind him. He smiled occasionally at folks who looked over at him, but on the whole he was looking out over the ground, checking mostly for the creatures that'd plagued his nightmares, anything unusual and.. wait a minute, what was that?
"Sheriff! Jonas! You might want to come over here!" he hollered loudly.
Jonas sprinted over from where he'd been chatting, reaching his Deputy slightly out of breath.
"What is it Andrew?"
"You want to see this. Recognise it?" Andrew passed over a beat up old looking pocketwatch to Jonas.
Jonas flipped it over in his fingers, and pressed the small button on the top to open it. "Oh boy," he said gustily as he read the inscription inside the lid.
W. Bowbuck.
"Damn," Jonas swore.
Getting back up on his horse, so that everyone could see him, Jonas whistled loudly. "Alright, listen up folks. Deputy Charles has just found somethin' that I need some opinion on."
He held up the former Sheriff's pocketwatch. "This here is Bill Bowbuck's ol' watch. It's a little beat up, and don't work no more, but it's sure his. I'd know it anywhere, he wore it every day."
He paused and breathed deeply. "Now, I need to know from you fine people about how we should continue here. Let's put it to the vote. Who thinks we should take this back to town now, and who thinks we should carry on to our co-ordinates? What do you think folks?" He sat back on his horse, and scanned the group for people who wanted to speak up.