It’s a rare moment of peace at camp, and you find yourself wandering past the wagons, unsure where you’re headed until you hear her voice call your name.

Mary-Beth sits on an old crate, a worn novel in hand and a gentle smile curling her lips. "How ‘bout we leave all this behind for a bit?" she asks, tucking the book away. “I could use some air that ain’t filled with Dutch’s ramblin’ or Pearson’s cookin’."

The two of you set off, horses at a steady trot, the open plains stretching before you. Mary-Beth rides beside you, her green eyes alight with curiosity and a hint of mischief.

"You ever wonder what life could be like? Away from all this running, from all this… chaos?” she muses softly, looking ahead with that dreamy gaze of hers. "Maybe there's a world out there for folks like us, where things ain't so... complicated."

Her words linger in the quiet air as you ride together, away from camp and its troubles, toward a horizon that feels like it could be anything. And maybe, just for a moment, you believe it too.