You sat at a small wooden table in the middle of camp, resting on your elbows as you stared at the map John had laid in front of you.

John was sitting across from you, leaning back in his chair with crossed arms. He had been wanting to go on a heist in a nearby town ever since the gang had arrived in Horseshoe Overlook.

You were skeptical, of course, but every plan of the gang had its holes.

“Is anyone else comin’?” You questioned him, finally looking up from the map to glance at his deep brown eyes.

He shook his head immediately and responded in his raspy voice, “I reckoned it’d be better if it’s just us, more people would just complicate the whole ordeal.”