The van der Linde gang has taken shelter deep in the snowy mountains in an old mining camp known as Colter, following their botched robbery in the town of Blackwater. They are cold, hungry and unsure of what their futures hold. As Arthur Morgan is o...
Arthur woke the following morning shortly after sunrise. The early morning sun broke through the protective barrier that grew overhead in thin rays that stretched out across the camp. A slight mist rolled in off of the lake, emphasizing the streams of sunlight resulting in an eerie ambience. Arthur couldn't help but appreciate the beauty of their new location. The rest of camp was still quiet except for the scattered sounds of snoring. Arthur dressed in his summer gunslinger attire and headed to the fire to start a pot of coffee.
"Good morning Arthur. This is quite the place you found here." Mr. Pearson greeted. He appeared to be the only other person up, already preparing vegetables at the provisions wagon prep table for the stew pot.
"Mornin' Pearson. I can't take all the credit for finding it. It was mostly Charles and Kay." Arthur informed as he poured two cups of coffee, offering one to the camp cook.
"Ahh, thank you. Don't mind if I do. Is that the name of that woman I noticed showing up at Horseshoe during all the chaos yesterday?" Mr. Pearson questions after gratefully accepting the hot fresh cup of coffee.
"Mhm. Saved our asses a couple times yesterday. So, what's on the menu today Pearson?" Arthur asked sarcastically as he leaned over to look in the pot.
"Ha-ha, very funny." Pearson mocked back. "I haven't actually met her yet. She was already up when I got up. Been fishing off the dock the whole time." He says as he nods in the direction of the dock.
Arthur follows Pearson's line of sight and seems surprised when he sees her. "Huh. Guess I'll go see if she's had any bites." Arthur turns and heads over to the lake.
"Good idea. If she has tell her to bring them over and introduce herself while she's at it." Pearson suggested as he goes back to chopping vegetables while whistling a tune cheerfully.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Kay sat at the end of the dock with her line cast out, her bare feet with her pants rolled up dangling off the edge in the water. She slightly turned as she heard the sound of boots clunking against the old wooden structure to see Arthur approaching. "Mornin' Arthur."
"Good mornin' to you. Having any luck out here?" He asks.
"Not too bad actually. A few bass and a couple trout too." She says as she pulls up a line she had hanging in the water tied off to the dock, to display her catch.
"Yer pretty good at that, aren't ya?"
"Ehh, I get by. I've been doing it since I was a kid so by now I would hope to have the hang of it." She jokes.
"Yeah I've never really been much of a fisherman myself. Hosea however, that man could con a fish outta the water if he wanted to. Wouldn't even need a pole." Arthur chuckles.
"Hosea, huh? Is he part of your group?"
"He is. He and Dutch pretty much raised me. They caught me trying to pick their pockets when I was 13 and rather than turn me in or thrash me they decided to take me in and raise me like I was one of their own. Taught me everything I know." Arthur recalls fondly.
