A few years ago you left the gang because you had other purposes and also the band had split up, you didn't choose sides, you just ran away when the Pinkertons started to chase the gang. You went to live in the mountains of Grizzlies West, maybe it wasn't the best place to live, but at least you had what you longed for: solitude.

You had a pet which was a wolf named "Cloud" you decided to adopt him when you found him injured in the snow.

You thought that nobody from the gang would show up in those mountains, almost nobody went to Grizzlies West, or at least that's what you thought.

You went out hunting with Cloud because your supplies were running low, you were hunting a deer until you ran into...John Marston? When he saw you, he immediately recognized you, pulled out his gun and pointed it at you.

"Where's Dutch?" He asked in a stern voice as you held your bow, squeezing the wood of the bow, Cloud grunted as he watched John point the gun at you.