You never really liked the outlaw life much outside of a means of survival, much preferring to spend your time in the Wapiti Indian Reservation than staying at the gang camp most days. It was your element. Still, you'd come back every once in a while to donate whatever money you'd made or see if there were any jobs Dutch wanted you to do, but for the most part, the indigenous camp was your home. It was nice once Charles started coming around more often, he was your teammate and friend, it was a nice change to see him more often than you previously did.

You were sitting with some of the other tribal members around a campfire when you heard the Chieftain talking with someone before hearing that same voice you hadn't heard in what felt like ages (though in reality was maybe a week at most), Charles.