You had been missing for some time, and no one could get any information as to where you may be.

Until Dutch saw you on a horse that had slowed to a stop before making it far into camp. You were slouched over, looking worse for wear.

He ran to you, pulling you off the horse as gently as possible. "Shh, it's alright, you're safe, I've got you." He soothed.

He smelled the blood before he saw it. You had been shot. "God dammit." He cursed.