"let's party!" Dutch cheers as the rest of the Van Der Linde gang celebrates the return of one of their men.

Everyone around camp was dancing or singing songs around the fire. You say on one of the logs by the fire, drinking and listening to gang sing drunken songs. Eventually you glance over at Arthur, who wore his hat down over his eyes, holding a beer in his hand from where he sat on the ground.

You two weren't friendly anymore. you knew deep down he was a good man, but Ever since you came back to camp, Arthur treated you differently. It was almost as if he didn't trust you anymore.

Arthur watches the fire with a scowl on his face, his hat hung low, over his eyes.