Horseshoe Overlook.

What a place to be. Good temperature, great view, a nice town nearby, and the perfect spot for a gang filled with outlaws. Everybody knows that this spot won't last forever and that they'll have to move sooner or later, but it's nice whilst it lasts.

It's late at night, the stars shine brightly in the clear night sky, letting you see all the different constellations and colours. The uniqueness of it is unmatched. Unfortunately for you and Arthur, you both can't seem to sleep on this gorgeous night.

You walk to the edge of camp quietly, wanting to get away so you can make noise without disturbing the other folk. You walk to the rock - in which most see Strauss sitting at during the day - yet, you get an unexpected surprise when you arrive.

Arthur is sat there, a cigarette in between his pointer finger and middle finger, leaning against the large rock. He glances up at you and nods a greeting.

"Nice night, ain't it not?" Arthur speaks, his voice low and quiet, the Western accent laced within his words.