Arthur walks to the shed where Pearson was, he was currently concern about the lack of food the gang got. He just noticed Arthur entering.

"We're gonna starve here, Mr. Morgan," Pearson told him.

"Don't worry," Arthur told him. "We're okay."

Pearson walked to the table that was filled with a few food supplies. "We have a few cans of food and a rabbit," Pearson said. "for what, ten, twelve people?" He sighs whilst checking over the supplies. "When I was in the army," he explained again about his backstory.

Oh, not this again, Arthur thought.

"I-I do not wish to hear about," Arthur told him while walking towards him. "what you got up to in the Navy, Mr. Pearson."

"We were stranded at sea," Pearson continued, ignoring Arthur's words. "for fifty days."

"And you unfortunately survived," Arthur finished.

Pearson sighs. "When we ran away from Blackwater," Pearson explained. "I wasn't able to get supplies." He grabbed a pot and take it to the fire pit.

"Well when government agents are hunting you down," Arthur reminded him. "sometimes shopping trips need to be cut short. We'll survive, we always have, and if needs to be, we can eat you, you're the fattest."

"I sent Lenny and bill hunting and they found nothing," Pearson told him as Charles walks in the shed.

"Well, Lenny's more into book reading than hunting," Arthur told him. "Bill's a fool." He looks to the snowy mountains from a distance. "Unless those mountains are full of game that we wanna read, ain't no wonder they found,"

However, he was interrupted when Charles spoke, "Enough of this," he said. "We'll go find it something." He turned to leave the shed. "Come on, Arthur."

Just was he was about to leave, Pearson stops him. "Wait a second, hold on."

Pearson walks over to the table and tosses over a can to Arthur.

"You're gonna need something to eat out there," he told Arthur."

Arthur grabs the can and reads it, "Assorted, Salted offal." He reads, then gazes to Pearson. "Starving would be preferable," he stores it inside his satchel.

"Come on, let's go," Charles told Arthur.

"You can't go hunting," Arthur protested. "Look at your hand."

"I can't stay here listening to you two," Charles told him. "Look, if there's game in these hills I'll find it, and you can kill it."

"You need to rest, Charles," Arthur told him.

"You think this is rest?" Charles asked him. Arthur decides not to argue with him anymore, knowing he's got a point. "Come along."

The two exited the shed and to their horses nearby at the hitching post. Charles grabs a bow and arrow and hands it to Arthur.

"Here, you take this," Charles told him, giving him the bow. "I can't use it and you'll have to."

"Oh, you're joking," Arthur said, examining the bow.

"Use a gun," Charles told him as they both mount on their horses.. "and we'll scare off every animal for miles around."

"You're never too old to learn," Arthur told him.

"I imagine," Charles said. "Alright, let's head out."

So then the two ride out from camp and to the snowy mountains. All they need to do is to get at least two deers since it's more than enough to feed the whole gang, they also knew that firing a gun will only scare them off. So using a bow is a perfect option when it comes to hunting. As much as he wants to feed the gang, Arthur was still worried about Charles since he burned his hand at some point during the escape.

"How are you holding up, Charles?" Arthur asked him.

"I'm okay," he replied. "apart from this hand. Stupid mistake."

"Sill bad?" He asked again.

"It will be fine a day or two," Charles replied as he and Arthur cross over the river. "I just can't pull a bow right now."

"I sure hope I can," Arthur said. "I never really got the hang of it."

"You'll be fine," Charles told him.

"So... you reckon we're gonna find something to kill than ain't no O'Driscoll?"

"There's meat up here for sure," Charles responded. "Pearson doesn't know what he's talking about. Now the weather's eased off a bit. They'll be needing to feed. We'll head up this way. Find some higher ground."

So the two rides up to the hill and with the snow calmed down a bit, hunting shouldn't be hard. Well, for the moment at least.

"Been a while few days alright," Arthur said. "That ride north from Blackwater, getting stuck in this storm, Bringing John back in..."

"You've had a lot to put on you," Charles told him. "I wish I could have done more."

"I didn't mean it like that," Arthur protested. "just... a lot to think back on."

"I still don't know really know what happened on that boat," Charles admitted.

"Me neither," Arthur added. "well, Javier told me a bit, but... it sure weren't good."

The two didn't say anymore as they continued through the snow, after a while of traveling, they went downhill beside the river and Charles notices something on their way.

"See some of the ground uncovered here," Charles told him. "Come on, let's try this way. Keep your eyes peeled for movement."

So they continued down near the river whilst following the tracks.

"The wind's died down too," Charles said.

"And that's good?" Arthur asked him.

"No wind at all is bad," Charles replied. "but if it's too strong, they won't move. Now, shh... stay quiet."

So the two continued while being quiet, Charles can tell that they're getting close to the animals and they both needed to stay silent if they're going to take them out by surprise.

As they keep going, Charles sees something, "Hey, stop here a second." He told Arthur.

They both stopped and Charles and Arthur dismount their horse and checks the animal tracks.

"I see something," Charles said while looking at the tracks. "There's a deer been here... recently."

"How can you tell?" Arthur asked him.

"How can you not?" Charles asked back. "We'll track them on foot. You're going to need the bow, don't leave it on your horse. A gun will scare everything around."

So Arthur walks to his horse and grabs the bow and arrows and walks back to Charles and the two started hunting.

"Quiet as you can," Charles told him. "Stay low and move slowly."

So the two slowly sneak up to the deers, following the tracks to find them.

"You see the tracks?" Charles asked him.

"I think so..." Arthur replied, he can barely see the tracks. "maybe not."

"Focus," Charles advised him. "It's easier in the snow but, once you get your eye in, you'll be able to track nearly as well in grass and woods."

So Arthur focused harder on the tracks and as he focuses hard on it, he can now clearly see the tracks than earlier!

"Now I see them," Arthur informed, following the tracks. "There just this way."

"That's exactly where they're headed," Charles added. "Now come on."

After a while tracking down the deer, the deer was now on their sights with Charles being the first one to spot it. The deer is currently doing its own thing, not aware that the two men were out for his meat. They crouched down and hit behind some trees.

"Are you ready with that bow?" Charles asked him.

Arthur hesitated for a moment, he had never used a bow before. Though, he has to make the shot, quick and clean, with no gun bullets.

"I-I'll try," Arthur hesitated answered.

"Try to hit them in the neck or head," Charles told him. "Quick and clean. You can pull back quite hard, you'll feel when it's too much."

So Arthur took a deep breath, he got his bow and arrow ready and steadily aimed at the deer's head, he let go of the string and the arrow stuck into the deer's head, thus killing him.

"Good shot," Charles said. "Now, let's try for another."

So Arthur tracks another deer until he eventually found another deer across the river. So Arthur readied his bow and arrow and take a shot and the deer took the hit in the neck, thus dropping dead.

"Okay, that'll do," Charles told him. "I think that's all we can carry. And you pick up one, I'll get the other."

So the two grabbed the dead deer carcass and walked back to their horses. Since Charles is carrying with his burnt hand, Arthur wasn't sure if he's okay with carrying it.

"You sure your hands' okay?" Arthur asked him.

"I'll be fine once I get it on my shoulder," Charles replied.

So the two have arrived at their horses, stowing the deer carcasses on the back of their horses, they mount on and ride back to camp.

"Nice work, Arthur," Charles told him. "Should be enough meat here to keep us all fed for a few days."

"You found 'em," Arthur replied.

"I knew you'd be okay with that bow," Charles said.

"It's easier when they ain't shooting back," Arthur says.

Charles laughed. "We've seen enough of that."

"Considering how things were looking a couple of days back," Arthur told him. "maybe our luck is finally on the turn."

"Seems to me we should be putting our effort into getting off this mountain now," Charles replied.

"Soon," Arthur responded. "People are still weak and you've seen how snowed in those wagons are... they ain't going nowhere until we get some more thaw."

"You're probably right," Charles agreed. "And, even if we go get off here... what then? We'll still have a big price on our heads."

"This is a big country," Arthur told him. "we'll find somewhere to lie low. Dutch and Hosea will have a plan."

They ride down the creak and keep going through the snowy path.

"You noticed how Pearson's had a bottle in his hand ever since we fled Blackwater?" He asked Charles. "We give the camp cook five minutes to grab essentials and go, and he doesn't even bring a crumb of food."

"Good that we caught more than one," Charles added. "We've only been here for a few days and have already picked up two more mouths to feed."

"One more," Arthur grumbled. "We ain't feeding the O'Driscoll a fucking thing, except maybe that can of salted offal Pearson was kind enough to give us."

"That girl," Charles said, referring to Sadie. "she has a wild look in her eye."

Arthur scoffed. "Of course, she lost her husband, her home, everything she had."

"So what do we do with her?" Charles asked him.

"Once we get out of here, and we're back on our feet, we'll see," Arthur answered, he had to admit, he doesn't know what to do with the woman but he knows he'll figure it out soon. "She might have family somewhere."

"Who knows," Charles shrugged. "maybe she'll deal with that O'Driscoll for us."

Arthur laughed. "I know who my money's on in that fight," Arthur said. "He's weak, but that makes him much more useful. Maybe we can get to them before they get to us."

"What it is with the O'Driscolls?" Charles asked him.

"You ain't dealt with them?" Arthur wondered. "I suppose we ain't run into them much the last six months."

"Yeah..." Charles replied. "I've heard a lot of talk about them..."

"Well," Arthur explained. "we've been scrapping over scores with them for years. A big gang, nasty sons of bitches. Their leader, Colm, and Dutch go way back, and not in a good way. A proper blood feud."

"So I heard," Charles said.

As they continue their way back, Charles spotted a Grizzly bear in the distance.

"Watch out!" Charles cried, stopping their horses in an instant. "Bear up ahead. Let's see if we can find another way around."

"He's got a lot of meat on him," Arthur told him.

"We've got enough here," Charles protested. "no need to push our luck."

Yes, he is right. They already went through a lot of mess since the ferry job went wrong, and the last thing they need is to get mauled by a grizzly bear. So they head in a different direction whilst avoiding the sights of the bear until they eventually ride up to the forest hill.

With the bear out of sight, it's probably the right time for Arthur to have his conversation with Charles.

"We ain't ever talked that much," Arthur told him. "you and me. How long have you been with us now? Six months?"

"Seems about right," Charles agreed.

"Bet you didn't expect this."

"What?"

"Any of this," Arthur reminded him. "The Blackwater mess, being up here."

"Sooner or later a job's going to go wrong," Charles told him. "Nature of life."

"Just thought you might have moved on by now," Arthur admitted.

"You want me to move on?" Charles asked.

"No, no, not all," Arthur quickly protested. "I just... I know you could run it alone, no problem."

"I did that for a long time, I'm done with it," Charles replied. "Always wondering if someone's gonna kill you in your sleep."

Arthur chuckled. "I still wonder that most nights."

"I reckon you're okay," Charles chuckled. "This suits me. I could fall in with another gang, but Dutch... you know. Dutch is different."

"Dutch is certainly different," Arthur said.

"He treats me fair," Charles added. "Most of you do. And for a feller with a black father and an Indian mother, that ain't normally the case."

"Well, we need you now," Arthur told him. "more than ever."

"Good," Charles replied. "and how long have you been with these boys? Why ain't you run off?"

"Me?" Arthur asked. "Twenty years, something like that. Since I was a boah."

Charles was surprised to hear how long Arthur has been with this gang. Normally, any outlaw wouldn't;t last twenty years or above getting away with their crimes but Arthur, Arthur beat them all to it.

"Twenty years?"

"Yeah," He answered. "He taught and John, too. Taught me a few other things, him and Hosea."

"I'm sure," Charles nodded.

"Dutch saved me," Arthur continued. "saved most of us. That's why we need to stick by him through this. He always sees us right."

They continued through the snow, and they have to make it quick if they didn't want the carcass to decay already. While they're riding back to camp, they continued their conversation.

"How's the new horse?" Charles asked, looking at Arthur's new horse.

"He's alright," Arthur replied, patting his new horse. "he'll do for now. Appreciate you let me take Taima the other night."

"She's a strong one," Charles said. "It's been as hard on the horses as on the rest of us. I don't know what Dutch would do if something happened to the Arabian."

"Same with Bill and Brown Jack," Arthur added. "He's a drunk, miserable bastard, but... he loves that horse."

"I hope they all make it," Charles said hopefully.

"I tried to ride the Arabian once," Arthur recalled. "bucked me faster than a bull. Won't take nobody but him."

They finally arrived at Colter and made it to their camp, the meat was still fresh so there's still time.

"I'm going to hitch Taima over here," Charles said as he goes to the hitching post and hitches his horse, Arthur follows suit.

"Brought some food back, boahs!" Arthur called to the camp.

So the two take the deers off of their horses and take them back to Pearson.

Pearson notices the two came back with the deers on their shoulders. Uncle is also there as well.

"Well, well, well," Pearson told them. "Just drop it down in here."

The two dropped the carcasses on the ground.

Arthur notices Uncle sitting by. "What a surprise," Arthur said sarcastically. "to find the camp rat loitering around the kitchen."

"Is that any to greet an old friend?" Uncle asked him. "I feel like we haven't spoken for days."

"I do my utmost to avoid you," Arthur replied dryly.

"He loves me really," Uncle said. "It's his sad way of showing affection."

"No it isn't," Arthur protested. "Now shoot, get lost."

Uncle stood up from his seat. "Well, see you gents later," Uncle told them as he left the shed.

"See you got just fine," Pearson told Arthur.

"Charles is a wonder," Arthur replied.

"Have a drink, boys," Pearson told them, giving him a drink. "you earned it."

Arthur takes the bottle and as he took a sip, he reacts in disgust.

"Jesus, what is that?!" Arthur cried, giving the bottle to Charles, and then reacts the same thing.

"Navy rum, sir," Pearson answered. "it's the only thing... the only thing." He laughs while Pearson hands him back the bottle.

"Keeps you sane, it does," Pearson finished.

"Yes, it seems to have done a threat on you," Arthur told him sarcastically, he turns to Charles. "You go rest that hand, Charles."

"I'll be fine in a few days," Charles repeated.

"You mind helping me with the skinning, Mr. Morgan?" Pearson asked him. "It's easier if we do it together."

"Do I get to skin you?" Arthur asked.

"You're always one with the jokes aren't you?" Pearson replied. "Come on."

"This isn't really a job for a man with a burnt hand," Charles said as he turned to leave the shed. "I'll see you both later."

So after skinning both the deers, the meat was ready to be cook for food later to feed the camp.

"You know," Pearson told him. "you could trade these or sell these in pretty much any town. If you're looking to make a legitimate bit of money of course."

"Right now I'm just looking to get off this mountain alive," Arthur told him.

"Yeah, well if you catch anything else," Pearson advised. "you bring it to me."

Arthur must keep that in mind, he could either sell the meat for some money or give it to Pearson to feed the gang.

"Sure," Arthur nodded.

"Thank you, Mr. Morgan," Pearson told him thankfully. "Heck, Arthur Morgan's first decent bit of hunting, after all these years."

"Yeah well," Arthur agreed. "we're on the run now... everyone's gotta do their bit to survive. Just make a good stew, fold need it... it's been a tough few days."

So Arthur left the shed and went back inside his cabin and wait for the gang to boost their strength back up for the impending train heist Dutch is currently planning.