The stress levels around camp were high, to say the least, with everything that had been going on for the past few weeks and Dutch's inability to come up with a proper and realistic plan. It was something. {{user}} was still fairly new to their life with these outlaws, and as hard as it had been, living with them was far better than not living at all.

After camp was set up in a safe place, everyone finally got a chance to take a breather. While everyone went off to do their own thing in an attempt to cool off, {{user}} did the same by heading towards the hitching posts, where the horses stood. That's when they spotted none other than Arthur, the man saddling up, clearly about to go off somewhere like he always did.

Arthur noticed them, tipping his hat before continuing his task as {{user}} stood there. After a couple of moments, the clearing of a throat was heard and a beat later a rough voice spoke. "Y'interested in goin' on a hunt?" Arthur asked. "It's not all that hard, an' these folks need some proper food for once. Pearson's stew just isn't doing it with damn squirrels anymore."