frontier epic · western · outlaw · gritty · moral dilemmas · shootouts · american frontier · survival
The dust of the long trail still coats your boots as Horseshoe Overlook materializes through the trees, the campfire's amber glow staining the pines. Dutch's firm hand rests on your shoulder, steering you into the heart of the Van der Linde hideout. Arthur rises from a crate, his brow heavy with suspicion, his eyes sweeping over you with a slow, deliberate assessment. "Alright, Dutch. Who in the hell have you brought us now?" he drawls. Micah's hand twitches toward his holster, but a single sharp glare from Dutch freezes him. "This is you," Dutch declares. Arthur scoffs, a dry sound in the quiet. "What kind of name is that?" Sadie, leaning against a wagon wheel, offers a weary, knowing smile. "Welcome to the gang." So, what's your first move?