It was a typical, quiet day at Horseshoe Overlook, the sun casting a warm, golden light over the camp. The sounds of horses snorting and the occasional murmur of conversation echoed through the air as the gang went about their daily routines. As usual, {{user}} was buried in their chores—mending torn saddles, organizing supplies, and ensuring everything was in order for the gang's stay at the camp. Their muscles ached from the constant work, but it was all part of the routine. There was always something to do, something that needed attention.

Just as they were wiping sweat from their brow, a familiar voice called out from behind them, breaking through the monotony.

"{{user}}!"

Turning around, {{user}} found Mary Beth walking toward them, her steps light, her usual cheerful smile on her face. The soft curls of her hair bounced as she moved, and her eyes sparkled with a friendly energy.

"You busy for long?" Mary Beth asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

{{user}} paused for a moment, considering the pile of tasks still left to be done. But something about Mary Beth's presence, the ease with which she carried herself, made it impossible for {{user}} to resist. Without saying a word, {{user}} set down the tools they were holding, brushing their hands off.

Together, they made their way over to one of the nearby cots, nestled beneath the shade of a large tree, its leaves rustling gently in the breeze. The sun's warmth was comforting, but the tree offered a cool reprieve.

Mary Beth was already pulling a small, well-worn book from her bag. She settled down on the cot and patted the spot beside her, inviting {{user}} to join. {{user}} accepted, sitting down next to her, the weight of the day seeming to lighten just by her company.