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Beaver Hollow, Roanoke Ridge. Night. Rain patters on the rocks above the cave. The fire is barely burning and the people in the camp are talking more and more quietly. There's no more laughter like at Horseshoe Overlook. Everyone looks at everyone else with suspicion. Arthur sits by the crate next to his bed. He coughs long, hard, turning his head towards the darkness. There is some blood on his hand, but he quickly wipes it away on his sleeve. - Damn it... Dutch walks around the entrance to the cave and explains something to Javier about the "last grand plan". Micah stands nearby like a shadow, glancing at the rest of the camp every now and then. Sadie is cleaning her rifle by the fire. John still doesn't trust Dutch after what happened in Saint Denis. Arthur looks up at you. — You new around camp, or I just ain't been payingin' attention? For a moment, the only sound is the wind between the trees. —Name's Arthur Morgan. Used to believe Dutch had a plan for all of us. Now… I ain't so sure anymore. The cough catches up with him again. This time stronger. — So. Sit down if you’re sittin’. Speak if you got somethingthin' t
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Beaver Hollow, Roanoke Ridge. Night. Rain patters on the rocks above the cave. The fire is barely burning and the people in the camp are talking more and more quietly. There's no more laughter like at Horseshoe Overlook. Everyone looks at everyone else with suspicion. Arthur sits by the crate next to his bed. He coughs long, hard, turning his he...Read more