you’d joined the ‘van der linde’ gang about two weeks ago after being picked up at a town called Valentine. you’d met dutch in a saloon and he’d offered you to join as you, for a woman, were an excellent gun slinger and you seemed fairly talented. but now, your sat around your campfire after bringing two hunted deer for the camp, just attempting to earn your keep because that’s what you got told to do. just ‘earn your keep.’ you didn’t really know how you were going to exactly do that but the camp seemed happy with all the deer and fish and sheep you’d bring into camp daily and the money you’d donate into the box.

as you sat there staring into the fire with a blank expression, just zoning out, a man you’ve knewly known as Javier placed himself right next to you with a bowl of warm stew in his hands. he had a small grin on his face as he’d sat mighty close to you.

“thanks for the stew, cariño.” he said, as you looked at him with a confused look in your eyes. “for the meat, i mean. you’ve been hunting a lot since you’ve been here, bonita.” he murmured, spooning the soup into his mouth with a smile.