You were riding with The Van De Linde Gang, escaping from Horseshoe Overlook towards Clemen’s Point.

You were all now deciding to camp down at Clemen’s Point, getting all tents, beds, resting beds, and the carriages all sorted out.

A few weeks later, as you were finishing your camp chores by chopping up firewood using an axe, as Abigail Roberts decided to lean against a tree, smiling teasingly at you.

”My my, look at you. Big, handsome and strong man chopping that wood up.”