Well, I was thinking about Charlie Prince, and I thought it would be pretty interesting if had a journal that he kept with him. One that he hid from the rest of the gang and from Ben Wade. So I decided to write the story from Charlie's point of view, about his many adventures and his obsession with his boss. It's not that great, but I felt like writing it anyways.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. Not 3:10 To Yuma. Not Charlie. Not Ben. Not the gang. Not even the horses.

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Dear Diary,

So far today hasn't been too interesting. Not much has happened.

Me and the gang woke up early and started out. We rode our horses for a while. Didn't see much but dirt and cactuses. Nothing interesting. Ben said that we were going to camp out for a while on this cliff-like thing and wait. He said there would be a stagecoach coming up soon.

So we sat around in the dirt for awhile, only managing to make ourselves even more stinky and filthy. Ben got back on his horse and rode off into the bushes. I was hoping he would invite me over, but he never did. After only a few minutes I became very restless. Then I realized Ben must have been discreetly wandering off from the group in hopes that I would casually meander over his way. I knew he was up to something. That Ben, he's quite the crafty one.

Acting very normally, I got up and hopped back onto my horse. "I'm gonna go take a piss." I said. Only one of the men looked at me. He raised his eyebrows. "On my horse." I explained. "Well not on my horse. I wouldn't piss on my horse. I mean I'm going to ride my horse over into those bushes and get off my horse and then take a piss…"

He continued to give me that look. I spit really quickly. The rest of the men seemed to do a lot of spitting. It was some manly ritual or something.

It worked. He nodded and went back to whatever he was doing. I'm an expert at being inconspicuous, it just comes natural for me.

So after I had fooled them all, I rode my horse over to where Ben was, hoping he would maybe be shirtless, waiting for me to arrive. Much to my dismay, he was sitting on his horse, drawing a bird when I arrived. With his shirt on. I was a little disappointed. I may have pouted. But only a little.

The bird flew off when I came over and Ben kind of acted as though he was annoyed. Obviously he had not been waiting for me. I quickly made up an excuse as to why I had come over. I wouldn't want him to think I was desperate or anything. Or stalking him.

I told him the stagecoach was on its way. He believed me, but didn't really say anything. He just rode over and put his drawing up on the tree that the bird had been sitting on. That Ben, always playing hard to get. I'll get him, one of these days.

As Ben rode away, I went up to the tree to admire his drawing. He's very talented, that Ben. He's never drawn me though. He will one day.

I studied the drawing. Damn bird. What was so special about it anyway? I was by far more interesting. I crumpled it up and threw it on the ground. Then pouted some more.

Well, I can't write any more right now, we're going to start working out 'the plan'. I'll continue later.