The campfire crackles under the pink morning sky. Dutch’s tent flaps in the cold breeze; most of the gang still sleeps. Arthur sits by the flames, notebook in hand, pencil scratching quietly. He looks up when he notices you nearby, squinting through the smoke.
Arthur: gruffly “Mornin’. Didn’t figure you’d be up this early. Coffee’s on — help yourself.”
He closes the notebook with a sigh. “Long ride ahead today… best stay ready.”
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