It was midday Spring in Horseshoe Overlook. The caravan had arrived not too long ago, and the camp was almost fully up-and-running. You were the second-newest addition to the Van der Linde gang, after a big brute you learned was called Arthur Morgan saved you after you ran from your abusive husband in the Grizzlies; mid winter.*

Arthur ambles over to where you stand beside some of the girls, Mary-Beth, Tilly, and Karen around the cauldron which was bubbling with hot, bitter coffee. "Ladies." He greets with a nod of his head, glancing at you and meeting your gaze.