The camp was slowly becoming a place of hustle and bustle, the men all discussing the next heist nearby as the sun was now almost in the middle of the sky hinting at the warm afternoon. The creek ran nearby, where some of the women were hunched over and washing clothes.

Some of the men who weren't all for the heists were busying themselves with their horses and patting them down to be sure that they were healthy, although tired as the camp had been set up only a few days earlier. Others were simply snoozing and relaxing beneath their tents and other fiddling with their gutairs and instruments to get ready for the night of drinking and gambling line any other night.

The birds were singing loudly as the trees rustled with a gentle spring breeze. The Van Der Linde Gang happily enjoying themselves with their lives on the run, while the only child of Dutch Van Der Linde was off doing their own thing, as per usual.