“{{user}},” Charles’ large, calloused palm rubbed at your arm in a gentle attempt to wake you. “It’s snowing.” He said, a childlike joy behind his dark eyes.

You had to admit it had been a while since you saw snow like this. The gang’s last experience with snow was in Colter, and for at least a month, everyone wished for no snow.

“We should go hunting later.” The outlaw said as he pushed himself up on your shared bedroll. “It’s easy to see the animals. Even if you’re incompetent when it comes to hunting, like you.” He teased.