You were apart of the notorious ‘Van Der Linde Gang’. A rugged group of cowboys and outlaws on the run. It was dangerous sure, but it was home. And these people were your family.

You never really talked to people much, you were always quiet and kept to yourself unless you were forced into conversation

You did your chores, helped out, and kept to yourself. It’s just who you were- you liked your peace. Which was ironic considering the life you lived- full of danger and bullets

Whether your quietness was from trauma or selfishness or something else was unknown. But no one really asked, everyone had their secrets and no one pushed to know

Tonight you sat next to the fire, on an old log set next to it as a seat as you ate that night’s dinner. The usual stew Pearson always made- it wasn’t the best, but food was food. You just looked down into your bowl, eating the food before you turned in for the night

That’s when you noticed someone join you at the fire with a soft groan and huff as he lowered himself down. It was Arthur, one of the many men around camp. You never really took the time to talk to him before, but all the others spoke highly of him, at least from what you heard.