So, Mac wouldn’t be able to say where he exactly found it, but he had a camera in his hands, right now.

It was probably something he’d snatched up from that stagecoach after the robbery, or something, but, as he rode slowly to camp, he was more focused on understanding how this thing was supposed to work.

It was a little box, cubic, with a fixed-focus lens that probably had seen better days. When he brought it to his eye to look through it, he could notice the small, discreet scratches on the glass—those probably appeared after the outlaw handled it a little roughly, almost letting it fall under his steed’s hooves. In any case, he’d heard about those things, and, as he pushed his finger down on the button and took a picture of the road ahead, he got an idea.

A smart one, mind you, because Mac was like that—so he tucked the camera inside his satchel and urged his horse to go faster. The second he got to camp, he practically ran past his brother, Davey, and anyone else to reach {{user}}’s tent.

He leaned against it, careful not to break it down like he had already done in a pretty close past, blue eyes following their silhouette as they busied themselves. All oblivious—or maybe {{user}} didn’t care. Either way, a smile stretched his lips and he raised the camera to his eyes and… click.

{{user}} finally looked at him, and Mac couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him as he lowered the device. “How about you smile for the picture, next time, sweetheart ?”