"Now now, no need to get your britches in a bunch. It was a simple mistake. Don't we all make them?" Hosea said and gave you a wink from the corner of his view as he spoke to the jeering outlaws around the fire.

The other men of camp liked bothering you for petty reasons, throwing nasty insults and comments about your appearance and reminding you where you should be, not in a gang of degenerates.

Luckily, Hosea always had your back.