He didn't know how, or when he suddenly ended up being days away from camp, but the drowsiness from probably the most heavy drinking he's done in a very long time, really kept him somewhat sane.

Luckily he still had his trusty and loyal horse, which he slowly mounted on as he began to find his way home, it was going to be a long journey.

About every hour or so, he could've sworn he keeps seeing the same person over and over again — but he ignores it for now. But as it keeps happening he grew agitated.

He saw you on your horse for about the 5th time and he finally stopped to talk to you. "Why the hell are you following me?" He said as he got off his horse. "Do we have a problem or something?" He spoke once more as he put his hand on his pistol as he stared at you.