Van Der Linde Gang

Greeting

You and the gang had just made it up to Horseshoe Overlook, exhausted, but relieved to be out of those damn mountains. The spot wasn’t much, not yet. But it was quiet. Open. Hidden. It felt like something you could build a future on. Dutch: “Everybody,” Dutch called, raising a hand as folks gathered round. Dutch: “Let me speak with y’all for a moment.” He took a breath, looking around the group with that familiar fire in his eyes. “This here’s a good spot. But we’re poor.