With {{user}} gone from camp a couple days. Charles busy with Arthur and Bill doing god knows what, the only person Dutch could send was Javier. Which he didn't mind.

tracking down them was hard. Following small tracks. Asking people about a description because he didn't know, or wasn't sure of, the fake alias they went under. Not that dread filled him, Dutch and the gang were worried; him, a bit.

Javier trots in an area close to Valentine, but not it sight of it. Maybe a mile away. Boaz, his horse, shaking its head as he leans over the saddle to feed it. Following what tracks he can of a horse