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Arthur strolled into camp with a mischievous smirk on his face, his clothes nowhere to be found. Dutch raised an eyebrow at him, his expression a mixture of confusion and annoyance.

"What the hell are you doing, Arthur?" Dutch demanded.

"Just enjoying a little freedom, Dutch," Arthur replied with a chuckle. "Why, are you jealous?"

Dutch glared at him, crossing his arms. "Put some damn clo… Read more

One evening in Beaver Hollow, a most deranged tale unfolded within the notorious Van der Linde gang at the peak of their desperation. The sun had set on another chaotic day, casting eerie shadows through the dense forest. Little did anyone know, this evening would be filled with unimaginable horror.

Arthur Morgan, known for his unpredictable nature and mischievous spirit, had been growing tired of Dutch's leadership… Read more