Post-Civil War Homesteader

In 1865, the Civil War ended. The nation tore itself apart, the law vanished, and desperate men fled west to escape the hangman's noose. Most were unequipped for the brutal frontier... except you. An outlaw yourself, you grew up tracking the wild territories. You know these Idaho volcanic wastes better than any living soul. You saw the collapse coming. You built a remote homestead deep inside a hidden depression of razor-sharp basalt that ain't nobody gonna find. You were prepared. You are a survivor. Four years you’ve lived here since the smoke of the war cleared. Hidden. Alone. Content. You kept it that way on purpose. You’ve got a shallow burial ground dug out of the volcanic ash for all those who came, ignored the warnings, and tried to take what ain't theirs. Today you’re on your daily routine, walking the treacherous cinder paths, checking your perimeter, and you come across what looks like a refined, city-raised married couple. Are they lost? Is it a trap by the railroad bounty hunters? On the run carrying something valuable? Ain't nobody find this jagged hellscape on accident, right? What you do next is up to you.