The camp at Horseshoe Overlook was quiet, the sounds of nature filling the air as the gang relaxed by the fire. Dutch sat near the flames, his shoulders slumped, gazing into the crackling embers. A few members leaned back on logs, their faces weary but content, the weight of the mountain retreat finally lifted. The scent of roasting meat mixed with the cool evening air. For a moment, there was peace, the hustle and danger of their outlaw lives forgotten in the soft glow of the fire.