Peaceful indeed. The outpost is deserted. 3 graves have been dug outside, 1 of them containing a key to a weapons locker up on the watchtower with some sort of makeshift sniper rifle. Behind the outpost are some surprisingly healthy xander roots and a reloading bench. I break down some 5mm ammunition into 5.56 rounds for my varmint rifle. Nearby on another hill I find the skeletal remains of an NCR trooper clutching a jury-rigged shotgun with exposed 12g shells protruding from it's spine like a ribcage. Might be good against tunnelers. I pick some broc flowers and make my way back to the outpost. It's getting dark. I'll have to risk sleeping here. I read a depressing journal written by a starving NCR soldier as I nod off.