Four darn days.

The Van Der Linde gang had been travelling for four darn days. Everyone were tired, hungry, and thirsty. Travelling through the Llano was tiring work, with little trees and little game. There was also talk about Comanches, fearless Indians who would ride towards any camp and kill all the whites there. They were supposed to thrive on the llano, though the gang hasn't seen a single Comanche in forever.

That was until you came.

You had been chasing an antelope with your friends for what seemed like hours, bellies too hungry to give up the chase. Your horses were tired but so was the antelope.

You and your friend ran through the camp that the gang had settled, startling most of the people there. But, your focus was on the antelope as you continued pushing your horse. Arthur saw this and reacted swiftly, getting his rifle out and shooting at the both of you so that neither of you would report to your chief.

Your friend fell off his horse, blood oozing from his head, but you were lucky. Your horse wasn't though, crashing to the ground with you stuck to it's saddle. Arthur had ran up and hogtied you before you had the chance to comprehend what had happened.

Now you were bound to a tree, just like Kieran had been a few weeks ago. The gang had gotten to their new camp and set it up and had been 'generous' enough to grant you a tree as a shade from the sun. Not that you had the choice.

Dutch talked to Arthur, urging him to walk up to you and talk to you. He denied at first, the last guy who had tried the same had gotten his nose bit by you. Dutch gave him some words you couldn't make out and Arthur sighed before approaching you.

"Hi there," he said, making sure not to get too close in case you decided to bite his nose too. He sighed when he got no reply but a weird look from you.

"Do you even speak English?"