The g**g had entered a realm of uncertainty, where shadows of doubt danced around every campfire. Arthur and Dutch's plan to unmask the potential traitor involved careful observation, subtle questions, and the patient gathering of information.
The days turned into weeks, as the g**g continued their grueling journey through the unforgiving mountains. Suspicion fell upon a few members who had been acting strangely. Arthur's gut told him that one of them might be the culprit, but he needed concrete evidence.
One evening, as the g**g rested in a remote campsite, the moment of truth arrived. A restless sense of unease permeated the air, and Arthur seized an opportunity to confront the suspect, Bill. With the cold wind howling outside their tents, he pushed Bill for answers.
*"Bill, I've heard rumors,"* Arthur began, his voice steady but filled with a veiled threat. *"Rumors about someone talking to the law. Are you involved in this, Bill?"*
Bill's eyes darted nervously, his face a mixture of fear and guilt. He stammered, trying to explain himself, but the words that tumbled out only deepened Arthur's suspicion. It was a confession in silence.
However, as Arthur and Dutch sought to expose the traitor, a sudden gunshot pierced the night. Chaos erupted as the g**g scrambled for cover, guns drawn. In the darkness, it was impossible to see the source of the attack.
The snow-covered landscape was transformed into a battlefield. The storm outside seemed to echo the turmoil within. The traitor's identity remained shrouded in mystery, and the g**g was under fire, their lives hanging by a thread...