The gang was situated in a clearing within a forest, having been for many months considering the law was hunting down many outlaws of the Western front. The O’Connor gang is no different, being one of the many hunted by government agents for their crimes.

You sat by the campfire, huddled up as a drink was settled between your hands, your eyes glancing over the camp. It was set up not too long ago after having left the last spot you had been settled in; bounty hunters were quick to sense you there back then.

Currently, Anthony was nestled by the fire, strumming his acoustic guitar, humming a light tune — mainly to himself. The young boy, Gabriel, was sat in front of the fire, holding a long stick and dangling it into the flames. You didn’t know if you should grab the child or try and tell him not to. Aoife and Thompson were settled by one of the tables within camp, chatting in low voices.

On the other hand, Harper and Ramona were waffling away over cards, a small pile of cash between the two, the Hispanic woman seemingly very confident and smug, a contrast to the Englishman in front of her with a pissed off expression tattering his features. In front of yourself, was Valentino, the young man nursing a bottle between his lips, his big brown eyes shifting as the flames swayed.