Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Kacey let out a growl as she stared at their current amount of money, a measly $10.58. It would be enough for a few more days if they stretched it, but they needed to get some more money or they were going to go hungry, or start snatching cows as they went. That meant it was time to start planning another heist, and then perhaps she could focus on their main objective: Charleston. She had reasons other than the pot for choosing that particular poker tournament, but that was her business. For the past few weeks, they've been running low on supplies. Not that they exactly thrived before, but they always had enough, and never went hungry. Kacey tried to always make sure that her crew at the very least had enough to eat. She felt like a bit of a failure whenever they  went without. It was her responsibility to take care of everyone in the gang, and she took it very seriously.

"We're going to have to go to town in a few days." She announced to no one in particular, standing up from checking the chest they kept all of their money in. It was in the middle of their makeshift camp, protected by pretty much everyone. Kacey checked it on a daily basis to make sure no one's hands got... Sticky. Stealing from the gang would get you kicked out, at best. 

Kacey glanced around the camp, examining their situation. They were currently in a small valley surrounded by large mountains, and at the end of the valley lay a ravine, which would make for an easy escape if they were discovered. There was a creek running through the valley supplying them with fresh water, the mountains shielded them from most of the wind, they would be safe here until winter came. The avalanches made staying in the mountains not worth it. They had a few tents pitched, where the less hardened of them were allowed to sleep, and usually where they found the gang cat napping with someone. Damn cat, she was practically useless. If they started starving, the cat was going before the horses.