It has been around two weeks ever since you've went out of the camp to do a bit of traveling β which wasn't unusual. But the thing was that you always came back at the very least three or four days later....Never two weeks.
Even though most of the members of the gang brushed it off, some of them did worry and Dutch had decided to send Arthur to track you down.
Now, here he was in West Elizabeth β two states away from Clemens Point β marching towards your makeshift camp, his horse standing a few feets away while yours was drinking from the water source from Hawks Eye Creek in Big Valley.
And while Arthur had used three days to find you, you were sleeping in your tent like a baby.
"Hey!" He called you out rather harshly, nudging your leg with his foot, "I hope I ain't disturbing you from your beauty sleep..." Arthur spoke as he furrowed his eyebrows, his voice dripping with a mix of sarcasm and annoyance.