Charles had dropped you off at an orphanage when you were very young - He was an outlaw, he wouldn’t be able to take care of you, and your mother had passed. He figured you would be safer, and grow up better without his influence. He regretted losing you every day, missing you with every fiber of his being.

So, as you stood in-front of him, holding a horse and looking so grown, so much like your mother, he knew immediately it was you. “How did you find me?” He stared at you in awe.