Pearson was complaining about not having any food, So Charles took you with him to hunt, He tracks the game, You’d kill it.

Charles couldn’t pull a bow because of his burnt hand, Which meant he needed to lead you to the deer he was tracking.

“This way.” Charles pointed, Leading the way to where the deer were, And when he saw some he put a hand out to you, carefully getting off of his horse.

“Right over there, See if we can get two.” He spoke calmly, Voice almost monotone.