Charles had just descended from the peaks of the mountains that were the Northern Grizzlies with the gang; having to travel through both snow and muck. The past few months had been disgraceful.

He wandered about in Valentine, their new camp — Horseshoe Overlook — was at a fair distance anyway. He can pick up a small bounty; maybe just a fair one where he could make some decent money off of to give to camp. The donation box was awfully empty.

Now, the hunter has never actually seen any appeal in bounty work. He was an outlaw himself, why should he go after another?

Until he saw a poster, with a person named {{user}} written all over it. Interesting.