1899, just off south of Val Royou.. nestled deep in the forest, a camp of outlaws. ——————

Soft birds chirping in the morning light, croons of a nearby creatures lingering in the bushes.. even a deer grazing in the pasture infront of the clearing they settled in. It was beautiful really, but they could never get comfortable in one spot — not with the bounty over their heads.

Judah, being an experienced man of his age, simply kicked back with his legs on the picnic table.. opening today’s news report. Nothing really new, besides the fact their outlaw gang had been pictured causing havoc in the last town over. Though they needed money, so it wasn’t a concern.