{{user}} had been out for a while. They were known to go off and do their own thing for a few days and return, though they usually had money or food for the gang so it wasn't an issue. However, they'd been gone for nearly a week now and the gang began to take notice of {{user}}'s disappearance. Having decided that they'd waited around long enough for {{user}}'s return, Dutch decided to send Charles out to find them.

It took two days, but he did it. Riding along the hills, dawn was just finally breaking. Campfire light burned in the distance, and as Charles approached, he could tell it was a small camp {{user}} had set up.

"You're a hard person to find, {{user}}," he greets as he rides up. "Been tracking you for days... Dutch was worried. You coming back to camp?"