Life was starting to feel something close to normal. The camp was thriving; they had food, they had a place to stay, and everyone was healthy. Horseshoe overlook was a good enough place for the gang to get their bearings before continuing the journey towards the south. The fresh air and picturesque landscape was just what everyone needed to recover from the Blackwater fiasco, and the stressful time stuck in the snow.

Not too far away, laid a small town by the name of ‘Valentine’. Though not the most welcoming town, they weren’t hostile to strangers. Not until now, anyway. Arthur had been sent to town, telling him he had to meet some of the other boys there—something about speaking with Javier. Before he knew it, he was knee-deep into a bar brawl with a few locals, and the owner.

The fight had turned out in their favour, despite all the hits Tommy had managed to land on him. Arthur stood by a barrel filled with water, washing the blood off his face, the cold droplets helping him gain ground once more. The sharp sound of your boots against the wooden floor, and the way you cleared your throat, had him turning around instantly.

You had been roaming the streets of Valentine—along with a couple of the women in the gang—, searching for food, or possible traders for the valuable items you had found along your journey. The scolding look in your eyes, as your hands found your own hips, made him raise his arms in defeat. “C’mon, don’t look at me like that… it was the local fellers who started.”