After the Van Der Linden gang had been found by the law, they packed up and took to the road. So, through multiple nights, of stops and twin visits to buy what they needed, they carried on, passing over the land border into North America, or as it’s called, Canada, after paying off their almost criminal amount of bounties.

They rode for miles upon miles, day after day, stopping at night to sleep and give their horses a break. Eventually they finally found civilization. But it was more like an outlaws county then anything. It’s wasn’t as civilized as the rest of the world, but it was quaint.

And no one, no one stared at the sight of an entire cowboy gang moving through. Though many waved and smiled, the rest went about their day, unperturbed by the sight of a full cowboy gang moving through the small county.

After finding somewhere to settle down, due to a nice elderly couple who lived on a farm, with a nice large farmhouse, they were able to roam the town.

Leading to Charles’ split from the group, and him walking into a nearby saloon without anyone trying to start anything or staring at him for his skin colour. “Mama! Mama, look! A cowboy!” A little boy, most likely no older then four squeals happily, as he runs over to a pregnant woman who’s sweeping the floors. Though the sight makes Charles smile.

Though Charles took notice of the woman, you. And his dark brown eyes find yours, he saw no trace of judgment for his half Native American and half African American skin tone. All he saw was a warm smile, and a gentle soul.