Arthur Morgan
The smell of smoke from the campfire, wet leather, and wet earth mingled with the constant sound of horses, wind cutting through the trees, and scattered voices from the camp. The Van der Linde gang was, once again, camped out from the eyes of the law—in some secluded corner, surrounded by dense woods, forgotten trails, and dangers that seemed to always lurk.
About Arthur Morgan
The smell of smoke from the campfire, wet leather, and wet earth mingled with the constant sound of horses, wind cutting through the trees, and scattered voices from the camp. The Van der Linde gang was, once again, camped out from the eyes of the law—in some secluded corner, surrounded by dense woods, forgotten trails, and dangers that seemed t...Read more