After weeks on the trail, the posse finally arrive in Denver for some well-earned rest and relaxation. Or at least, that’s the plan.

The Mile High City offers everything a weary cowhand could want: hot baths, comfortable beds, saloons, gambling, and enough people to disappear into a crowd forever.

Unfortunately, the posse quickly discover that disappearing might be necessary.

Because they’re wanted.

With their own faces staring back at them from wanted posters, the group decide discretion is the better part of valour. Naturally, this leads them to purchase more firearms, more ammunition, and an alarming quantity of dynamite.

Seeking a quiet drink, the posse make their way to Denver’s infamous Slaughterhouse Saloon, where fistfights are common, furniture is temporary, and the smell of death hangs heavily in the air.

A locked door. A suspicious cellar. Curiosity killed the cat.

Before long, the posse find themselves facing stitched-together horrors, a cursed scalping knife, and a towering killer transformed into something far from human.

As panic spreads and blood begins to flow, some members of the posse choose courage.

Others choose running away.

And Ruby’s heart chooses neither.

Denver was supposed to be a holiday.

Instead, it may become the posse’s most horrifying stop yet.

The posse return from Dog Leg expecting trouble. What they find is devastation.

The herd is gone. The steerhands are dead or missing. And Luke and Abby want revenge.

With Socrates Gault now holding all the cards, the posse face a brutal decision: ride after him immediately with little chance of success… or head to Exposition in search of help before it’s too late.

Desperation wins out.

And so the posse seek out the infamous Wichita Witches.

Instead, they find Constance Merit.

Though negotiations prove tense, one thing quickly becomes clear: she hates Gault almost as much as Red does. A deal is struck—ten Black River enforcers in exchange for thirty head of cattle—and soon the posse ride toward a final reckoning.

Because for Red, this is personal.

As old wounds reopen, more of her past comes to light. Once upon a time, this very gang rode beneath her banner, back when they were known as the Red Runners. But those days are long gone, twisted into something cruel beneath Gault’s leadership.

Now Red intends to end it. Permanently.

What follows is perhaps the Guild’s most successful plan to date.

The Black River enforcers silently scale the canyon walls and eliminate the sentries. Ruby slips into camp to rescue the captives. And Red walks openly into the heart of the enemy camp alone… facing Gault and forty-five armed raiders head on.

Words are exchanged. Old history resurfaces. And then Red challenges Gault to a duel.

One shot later, Socrates Gault lies dead in the dirt.

The gunshot signals chaos.

Philippe unleashes the herd directly into camp, turning stampeding cattle into weapons as bullets fly and the canyon erupts into pandemonium.

And somehow… The plan works.

With Gault dead and his Raiders finally destroyed, the posse collect their bounty and attempt to enjoy some well-earned rest.

But peace never lasts long in the Weird West.

Especially when mysterious telegrams start arriving.

The posse begin the trail once more beneath dark skies and heavier hearts, gathered around the grave of Amos.

Harry offers a few heartfelt words for his fallen servant.

Well… words, at least.

Then the herd pushes north.

Days later, the journey takes a grim turn when the posse discover the burnt remains of a homestead, still smouldering in places. What they find there is enough to chill even hardened trail hands: the homeowner sewn inside a sack of skins and slow-roasted over an open fire.

This wasn’t the work of raiding Indians. This was something worse.

As clues begin to mount, Red is forced to confront ghosts from her own past life. One name rises above the rest:

Socrates Gault.

A ruthless border raider with a taste for cruelty and bloodshed.

But the trail north offers little respite. The Farley Brothers block the herd’s passage, tensions rise, and only Red’s silver tongue prevents the situation from turning ugly. Eventually allowed through, the posse head toward the small town of Dog Leg in search of two missing steerhands.

And immediately discover something is very wrong.

Dog Leg is under the thumb of Socrates Gault’s men. The local marshal wears a badge he hasn’t earned, innocent men sit rotting in cells, and justice has long since left town.

Naturally, the posse respond with the only plan they truly trust:

Violence.

But even after the smoke clears, the marshal’s dying warning lingers in the air. Racing back to camp, the posse are met with devastation.

The herd is gone.

Their people are dead… or worse.

And for perhaps the first time, the Guild may have suffered a loss they can’t simply joke their way through.

The investigation in Stonyford continues as the party piece together the final moments before the murder.

Witnesses are questioned. Stories are compared. Lies begin to crack.

And at last, the truth becomes clear:

Their fugitive is no longer hiding in the village.

He’s fled west.

With little time to lose, the party commandeer a fishing boat and set off across the river in pursuit, determined not to let the trail grow cold. Once on the western bank, Lurch once again proves invaluable as the tracks are recovered and the hunt pushes deeper into the wilderness toward Mountain Hall.

But the woods hold more questions than answers.

A deserted campsite suggests the murderer passed through days earlier, meaning the party are still lagging behind. Worse still, signs of violence soon emerge along the trail—evidence of a struggle, scattered tracks, and indications that another group may have crossed paths with the fugitive.

Bandits.

Now the pursuit takes a darker turn.

Because it appears the killer may not be alone anymore… and may have been dragged south into something far more dangerous.

The hunt for the escaped prisoner continues, though the evening quickly becomes sidetracked by an extremely important discussion regarding whether elves and hobbits hibernate during winter.

No conclusions are reached.

The night, however, settles the matter of whether orcs do.

Because while the party attempt to rest, a group of hungry, desperate orcs descend on the camp looking for blood. What follows is brief, messy, and only slightly more organised than the earlier hibernation debate.

With the attackers dealt with, the company finally reach the isolated hamlet of Stonyford—where their arrival is met with suspicion, cold stares, and the lingering tension of recent tragedy.

But the deeper the party dig into the murder investigation, the stranger the story becomes.

Witness accounts don’t line up. Secrets surface. People dodge questions. Others appear terrified to speak at all.

And somewhere within the village, the party begin to suspect the killer may still be hiding.

As the Guild transform from wandering adventurers into deeply questionable detectives, graveyards are watched, homes are staked out, and theories spiral wildly out of control.

Because in Stonyford, everyone seems to know something.

The road from Beorn’s hall grows darker as the party are tasked with tracking down a dangerous escaped prisoner.

At first, the trail seems straightforward enough—until it leads them to a narrow ravine and a grim discovery waiting below: the headless body of an orc.

Suddenly, the question isn’t where the prisoner has gone.

It’s what exactly the party are chasing.

Pressing onward, the group arrive at a lonely homestead whose overly enthusiastic owner offers food, shelter, and repeated requests for a positive review of the establishment. More importantly, he confirms that a mysterious traveller matching their quarry’s description passed through only recently.

The trail is getting hotter.

And stranger.

Rumours gathered from passing travellers begin painting a clearer picture of the fugitive: a killer caught in the middle of a bitter dispute involving two men… and a woman.

As stories clash and motives blur, the party begin to realise there may be more to this hunt than they were first told.

This is the shit that happens when Justin isn’t around.

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The investigation in Yuma reaches its explosive conclusion.

Trapped in the decaying ghost town of Mustang, the team watch tensions spiral out of control as an armed mob descends on the streets, dragging terrified townsfolk from their homes in the dead of night.

Inside the abandoned cinema, Professor Stein follows the desperate trail of Hope, entering alone after receiving a chilling message promising the girl’s return. Outside, Dr. Winkle attempts to call in military support—but whether the message got through remains uncertain.

And then the shooting starts.

As escape plans collapse into chaos, Dr. Graham takes a bullet racing for the getaway car while Lucy hears the unmistakable scream of her daughter echoing from inside the theatre.

What follows is a desperate assault on the cinema from every direction.

Back doors are smashed in. Gunfire erupts through the halls. Flames spread through the building as Alastair sets the theatre ablaze in an attempt to delay the enemy. Outside, the mob gathers around the reconstructed fish-god idol, dragging its pieces from the burning building to worship beneath the desert sky.

Inside the projection room, the team finally find Hope—alive, and held at gunpoint.

The rescue becomes a bloodbath.

With Mustang collapsing around them and the army finally arriving overhead in Chinooks, the agents flee into the night, leaving behind burning buildings, dead cultists, and far more questions than answers.

Back at base, the Admiral provides a partial debrief on the horrifying truth behind the Yuma investigation.

But only partial.

Because Delta Green rarely gives the full picture.

And something tells the team this was not the end of their story…

⚠️ Content Warning: This episode contains strong language and dark themes, including references to violence involving children, graphic crime scenes, and ritualistic murder. Listener discretion is strongly advised.

The investigation in Yuma continues, and the deeper the team dig, the worse things become.

As concern grows over the disappearance of Lucy’s daughter, Hope, the agents begin tracing old connections back to the long-abandoned naval medical annex. Interviews with retired workers uncover fragments of unsettling information… though unfortunately, an alarming amount of it relates to ageing digestive systems and bowel movements.

Still, among the confusion and oversharing, the team begin piecing together a clearer picture of what may have happened.

And where Hope may have been taken.

Trading their battered sedan for a military Humvee proves to be one of the few competent decisions made so far, as the agents head out across the desert following a chilling phone call that points them toward the dead town of Mustang.

A place long abandoned.

Or so it should be.

Because when the team arrive, something feels wrong immediately. The streets are almost quiet. Many buildings stand empty. And beneath the silence, something unseen waits in the dark corners of the town.

Particularly at the old cinema.

Justin attempts to charm a nurse, Ross finally loses patience with the Handler, and Jo may have lost Hope entirely.

The truth is getting closer.

And it’s getting darker.

The investigation into the Abril family massacre deepens.

Under their FBI cover identities, the team continue pulling at the tangled threads surrounding the brutal killings in Yuma. Witnesses are questioned, timelines examined, and stories compared—but every answer seems only to raise further questions.

A priest offers uneasy insight. Construction workers speak of strange events. A postman recalls things that no longer seem insignificant. And an interview with a local masseuse briefly threatens to derail the professionalism of the entire operation.

As the case widens, attention turns toward an abandoned military annex on the edge of town. Inside, the team uncover traces of something unsettling—evidence of experiments, hidden research, and secrets that were never meant to leave the building.

A trip to the library begins connecting the pieces.

Slowly, an impossible picture starts to emerge.

Ross refuses to be touched by God, Jo makes an important phone call, and Justin finds himself collecting urine in the name of federal investigation.

Because in Delta Green, every lead matters.

Even the strange ones.

The trail offers no relief for the posse—especially not for Harry.

Still grappling with the consequences of some deeply questionable frontier medicine, he turns to Red for help removing the problem… a decision that proves just as painful as it sounds.

Elsewhere, fortune briefly smiles on the group as Ruby uncovers something far more useful: dynamite.

And in the right hands—or in Philippe’s hands—that quickly becomes a solution to many problems.

At least, for a moment.

Because the nightmares that have plagued the posse finally reveal their source.

To’Sarre.

The warrior who has stalked them since Sutter’s Flats steps out of the shadows—and he hasn’t come alone.

The night erupts into chaos.

Bats swarm. Crows descend. Figures emerge from the darkness in numbers the posse can’t hope to match. What follows is a brutal, desperate fight for survival against an enemy that knows them… and has been waiting.

Plans unravel. Lines are drawn. And when the dust settles, not everyone may still be standing.

As for Harry…

He may not be overly concerned who isn’t.