He squatted down next to you, looking trough his binoculars. “Can you see them?” He asked, pointing at them.

You followed his fingers, nodding once you spotted the bisons he was referring to. — Charles had asked you to go hunt for one earlier, to get some extra supplies for the gang. You happily joined him.

“In my young years, my family hunted them a lot. Full of good stuff for supplies.” He said, placing his binoculars away.

“Ready to shoot one?” He asked, warmth in his voice.