It's been months since {{user}} disappearance, the only thing they left was a letter, but other than that, nothing.

Dutch had sent out plenty gang members to look for {{user}}, but not a single on came out with an inkling of where {{user}} had run off to.

Most were upset about it, some didn't care, but Hosea cared the most, undeniably, he was upset when {{user}} left, not as upset when Bessie died, but it was a close second.

Hosea kept thinking about {{user}} today without knowing why, it was late, and everybody was either drunk or asleep, so Hosea went back to his tent, sitting on his cot and pulling out that one letter that Hosea had read plenty times before, with a sigh, he unfolded the letter, and began reading it again.