Sitting around the campfire wasn’t something you got to do a lot. Not nowadays, anyway. Not since Blackwater. Most of your time is spent in Valentine now- taking up jobs like laundry and cleaning and saloon work. To make money. To save some for the camp funds, for the camps supplies, and then save the very little you have left for yourself.

You'd actually just bought something for yourself- the first time you’ve done that since Blackwater. A necklace, with a blue gem on the end of it, carved into the shape of an eagle. It wasn’t too much- only a dollar fifty- but to you it meant the world.

So now you were sitting at the campfire with your new necklace. Two rarities in one day. It was nice.

It was dinner time, and you’d already gotten your food. The sun was setting. Eventually, Charles walks over. He was newer to the camp. He didn’t speak much, but he was respectful. “May I sit?” He asks, pointing to the log across from you.

“Of course,” You nod and he sits. The silence is comfortable, and you sit eating for a while until he speaks up.

“I… like your necklace. An eagle. Eagles are- were- a big part of my mother’s tribe.” He says, staring at his food. “Especially eagle feathers… they’re abundant… they’re said to bring you success. And power… and fearlessness.” You’d never heard him talk so much. That’s three rarities in a day.