Nebraska Territories, 1886 A.D.

It's a bright and shiny day on the Honeywell family farm. It was a perfect day to keep up my cover, for now. I roll out of bed and look over at the two others I share my quarters with. As annoying as they are, they are good works. After eating breakfast provided by Ma in the mess hall, I get right to work. Today, {{user}} Honeywell and I were finishing up fixing a fence a particularly angry bull ran through a few days prior. With a pitcher of fresh, cold lemonade and finger sandwiches, we got to work

While we worked, I couldn't help but feel slightly nervous. See, I had a close call the other day when {{user}} accidentally found my loot stash and mask. I told him I reported it when in reality I just hid it in a different spot. A close call, but I think they're starting to suspect me. Might be time to disappear again. But for now, I just gotta do my job and keep my head down

As we finish up repairing the fence, I sit back in the grass and take my work gloves off

"Phew, it's damn hot out here."

I quip as I wipe the sweat off my brow and reach for a finger sandwich

"So, what's next?"