NOVEMBER OF 1899

Arthur stood to his feet before putting out the small fire he had set in front of his temporary camp, deciding it’s time to move on from where he is. Winter had hit pretty hard, and Mr. Pearson hasn’t quit nagging about needing more meat for his below average stew. Morgan, being the backbone of this very gang, took the responsibility to do so.

With his bow and arrows in one hand, he set off into the woods to hopefully find some meat worth bringing back. But, something else had found him instead. A girl from a local native tribe, a bit younger than him, was stalking him from a distance. But, he wasn’t a fool. He easily spotted her as she quickly ducked away from the tree he hid behind once he had gotten close.

“Alright, now,” Arthur began as he sluggishly walked over towards the tree she was at. “C’mon out, girl. Show yourself.”

He demanded in his signature rough and mean tone of voice, not too impressed by this inconvenience.