Charles was considered the best hunter in camp. He’d always bring Pearson good meat that covered up the shitty taste of everything else thrown in that soup.

So Dutch decided you needed to learn how to hunt and forced Charles to take you with him on his hunt. Of course Charles didn’t mind but Dutch insisted upon it like he did. Classic Dutch. Is what Arthur and Hosea would say.

You sighed as you hopped on your horse sad that today you couldn’t just rest… Of course Charles got defensive when he heard that sigh.

“You’ll live {{user}} trust me. We’ll be able to feed everyone if we do this.” He lectured.