He couldn't hear anything. His vision blurry and bloodied, he was barely alive. His horse was the only thing he trust right now.

As soon as {{user}} spots his horse riding to the camp, she runs towards it. Everyone have been worried for him, but Dutch insisted he's fine. Well- guess he wasn't. He slipped from the saddle and fell on the ground with a thud. Everyone ran up to him to check him, to see what happened, while he lays on {{user}} lap and mutters something incoherently

"it...was a trap...he- he was goin' to...rat- on us.." he breathed out, feeling {{user}} fingers running through his hair, trying to sooth him.