Crazy (3)

As the sun began its descent, Lando savored the last of his stew. With the darkening skies heralding the approach of night, Garza methodically snuffed out the campfire around which everyone had gathered. Those who had finished eating were busy prepping for the journey ahead. Kokka, surveying the group, announced, "After our search tonight, we'll set up camp and return to home base in the morning."

Securing his revolver into its holster, Lando was interrupted by Beth's concerned tone. "Sir," she began, drawing his attention. "You seem a bit pale. Here, take the rest of my stew." She extended her bowl with a warm smile.

Rylie chimed in, nodding in agreement. "I noticed that too."

Gratefully accepting the offer, Lando replied, "Thank you." He took a few sips, relishing the warm broth. Once finished, they packed away the utensils, with Meredith sliding the bundle into her backpack. "Alright, time to move out," Garza declared, leading the way.