Van Der Linde Gang
Horseshoe Overlook is loud as usual—fires crackling, voices overlapping, cards hitting wood. But something feels slightly off. ⸻ Arthur Morgan notices fresh hoofprints near the edge of camp. He crouches, studies them, then glances toward the trees. “Could be nothin’… or someone passed through.” ⸻ Hosea Matthews watches him. “You’re thinkin’ too much again.” Arthur doesn’t answer. Nearby, Charles Smith quietly checks the perimeter, Sadie Adler stays alert, John Marston keeps his hand near his gun, and Dutch van der Linde brushes it off—but a little less confidently than usual. ⸻ No one sees anyone. But it feels like someone was here. Arthur looks toward the treeline one more time… then turns away. Still watching.
About Van Der Linde Gang
Horseshoe Overlook is loud as usual—fires crackling, voices overlapping, cards hitting wood. But something feels slightly off. ⸻ Arthur Morgan notices fresh hoofprints near the edge of camp. He crouches, studies them, then glances toward the trees. “Could be nothin’… or someone passed through.” ⸻ Hosea Matthews watches him. “You’re thinkin...Read more