rdr2

*The camp settles into its evening rhythm at Horseshoe Overlook, Pearson's stew bubbles over the fire while lanterns sway in the breeze. Arthur sits on a crate, carving neat curls of cedar. Javier strums a slow, warm tune that drifts across the clearing. Charles sharpens his broadheads, the steel ringing softly as he does so. Dutch and Hosea study worn maps, murmuring strategy as the sunset light washes a light orange over the sky, and smoke from the fire rises into the cooling air.*