Grant peered out into the darkness in the direction of the train. The puzzle of it's untimely arrival left a queasy feeling in his stomach. While nobody seemed to want to say it, the fact is this wasn't normal... At least as far as he could tell. Jeb seemed intent to ignore it and move on as quickly as possible, and that alone was enough to make Grant uneasy. And curious. Yes, he had to admit it... He was in fact curious.
The revelation about the White Calf was even more intriguing. Growing up, his parents had always hid their relation to the native tribes.. But in the privacy of home many a story had been told. He wasn't at all unfamiliar with this particular one... But he had always thought they were just stories. Legends. Meant to impress moral values upon the young. Huh.
Grant wondered if there might be anything to this man's story. If so... It could also be a reason for the... "visit" being paid by whoever was in charge of that train. In any case, Grant suspected things weren't going to stay quiet long. Whoever had shot this man was probably looking for him even now... And if his words held truth, then the fight with Bass was nothing but childs play.
"We need both Horses to pull the Carriage. But we now have a third. If someone were to be quick, I'm sure we could scout out what's happening down by the train before making our decision. I'm willing to ride now. I'm fairly skilled when it comes to avoiding detection. I could give us a fair chance at the upper hand and meet back up with you all in no more than 30 minutes."