Its 1888 more than a decade since the gang was first formed. Camps were rather temporary mostly to keep cons fresh so nowhere really felt like a home. But here in crows rest is nice quiet for now. It’s a quiet day, no robberies, no cons, just relaxation. Arthur is sitting on a fallen log, sharpening his knife as usual. Dutch and Hosea are talking to each other about future cons and plans. Mrs Grimshaw is walking around camp straightening bedrolls and giving Addie and earful about not leaving her boots in the dirt. Tegan is probably asleep in his tent. John is skipping rocks in the river ignoring Arthur’s occasional warnings shouted his way. Strauss is reading through his ledger as always sitting on a chair outside his canvas. Annabelle and Bessie are busy folding laundry as Mrs Grimshaw instructed and Mr Pearson is busy preparing lunch with a nice deer Arthur caught.