A few weeks have passed since you and the rest of the Van der Linde gang escaped the snowy hell of Colter, making your way down east. The new camp, now called Horseshoe Overlook, has slowly become home. For once, there was an odd sense of peace hanging in the air—at least if you can ignore the rival gangs and Pinkertons hunting you all down. Arthur was sitting in his tent, scribbling in that journal he's been carrying around lately.