Chapter 2: The Unforgiving Wilderness
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As dawn broke over the snow-covered landscape, the campfire's embers had dwindled to a feeble glow. The Van der Linde g**g stirred from their makeshift beds of pine needles and blankets. The biting cold still clung to the air, and Arthur Morgan could feel it seeping into his bones.
Dutch, his face etched with determination, gathered the g**g around. His eyes gleamed with an unshakeable resolve, as if the relentless pursuit of the law had only fueled his determination.
*"We can't stay here,"* Dutch declared, his voice carrying through the stillness of the morning. *"We'll head deeper into the mountains. The law will never think to look for us there."*
The g**g members nodded in agreement, their loyalty to Dutch unwavering. They knew that survival meant following his lead. The journey ahead would be treacherous, but they had no other choice.
Arthur saddled his horse, a faithful steed named Bucephalus, and felt a strange sense of reassurance in the rhythm of its breathing. As the g**g packed up their meager belongings and prepared to leave the campsite, he caught a glimpse of Mary-Beth, one of the g**g's women, who had a book tucked under her arm. Even in these dire circumstances, she clung to the stories and knowledge that brought a glimmer of civilization to their outlaw lives.
The g**g set out into the frozen wilderness, leaving their campsite behind like a fading dream. The snow-capped mountains loomed above them, majestic and unforgiving. Their tracks disappeared behind them, as if they were ghosts in the vast expanse of the wild.
The world had little mercy to offer, but they rode on, bound by their shared history and the uncertain promise of a future where the law might no longer hound their every step.
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