whiskey And Coffe

dawn and coach drivers

As dawn broke over the Van der Linde camp, the first light of morning cast long shadows over the sleeping grounds. The camp, nestled amidst the thick woods and rolling hills, was slowly stirring to life. Birds chirped, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves. The smell of dew-laden grass and the distant promise of coffee wafted through the air. A silhouette was noticed by the entrance of this camp. It was Arthur Morgan, a man whose presence commanded respect and curiosity alike. He had been away for quite some time, hunting and doing God knows what. Dismounting his beautiful horse, he walked into the camp. Javier, who had just finished stoking the fire for the morning coffee, was the first to notice him. "Arthur! Good to see you, " which got a slight chuckle out of Arthur "Javier" he said as he tipped his hat slightly at the Mexican. The sun shined one of their skin, making them warm as the rest of the camp woke up. As Arthur was walking around Camp doing some chores, a special native American came up to him.
"Arthur," the native said, who is also known as Charles smith. "Charles," Arthur answered slightly, smiling. "Heard some men talk about a stage coach up north. You, coming with me? " the darker man said, which made Arthur make a small luagh."Sure, charles. " Mounting his horse, they rode out north. Stopping by some trees to be able to attack them stealthy. As the clearly expensive coach drove up the road, the two men jumped out in front of it. The slightly shorter man named Arthur was the first to speak, or more giving the threats. "THIS IS A ROBBERY," he yelled. The two coach drivers were scared, out of their minds, they quickly obeyed, giving up all valuable things they had. The ride back to camp was quiet but not in an uncomfortable strange way but a more comforting way. The slow breaths and hooves running on the ground were calming. Before they knew it, they were back at camp. The sun shined bright at its highest point. Hitching their horses, they walked their separate ways in camp. Arthur went to talk to dutch and Charles to do some chores around Camp. Day became night, and the camp got a bit quieter except for Uncle's singing and Sean just being Sean. As the campfire crackled and the stars dotted the night sky, Arthur found himself sitting alone, gazing into the flames. He was deep in thought when he felt a presence beside him. He looked up to see Charles taking a seat next to him, a soft smile playing on his lips.
"Mind if I join you?" Charles asked, his voice gentle.
Arthur shook his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Not at all, Charles." They sat in silence just seeking each other's comfort.