I'm the man, come round
Nothing can break, nothing can break me down
I'm the man, come round and
Nothing can break, you can't break me down

The night progressed exactly as Bass had predicted.

Charlie had been sitting by her campfire when she heard the group descending on her site.

"Well, what do we have here?" a surly man said with a grin as he walked through the trees, with a group of at least four other men following behind him.

Charlie pulled her knife quickly but the much bigger man had managed to grab her wrists. Another man grabbed her shoulders and was able to hold her in place.

At that moment, a figure as quick as lightning appeared from behind the trees, stabbing one man, then the other, and slitting the throats of two other men before Charlie was even fully aware of what had taken place.

Without a word, Bass walked away and back out toward the woods' edge and Gould's trailers.

Charlie followed Bass out of the woods.

"I get that you have been out on your own and think you have it all figured out, kid...but what would have happened back there if I hadn't been there to help you?" Bass asked, walking over to a barrel of water to clean his knife, knowing she was following him.

"I could have handled it," Charlie said, stepping up behind him.

"No, you couldn't have," Bass said sternly. "You were significantly outnumbered...they already had you in a hold you couldn't get out of- if I hadn't been there, you would be with those guys- if you weren't dead right about now, you would wish that you were...those people are ruthless..."

"I suppose it takes one to know one," Charlie said.

"I think the words you are looking for are, 'Thank you,'" Bass said, turning to look at her.

Charlie was silent for a moment.

"I am guessing Miles is with your mom, am I right?" Bass asked, changing the subject.

Charlie only shrugged, not about to tell Monroe where Miles and Rachel were now living.

"Do me a favor, just go back to them...you're out of your league with this place," Bass said in a dismissive tone.

"Screw you, Monroe," Charlie said. "I am not a child- there was a reason I went out on my own and I can take care of myself."

"Yes, as you so clearly just demonstrated," Bass said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He looked at her for a second and just shook his head.

"I am going back to my trailer- just don't go back into those woods," Bass said over his shoulder.

Charlie lifted her crossbow, preparing to take the shot she had been waiting for when his back was turned- but at that moment, after he had saved her from those Bandits, she just couldn't find the will to finish what she started.

The Next Day

Charlie was sitting at one of the tables, placing a couple of bets in hopes of gaining more diamonds. The encounter with Monroe had thrown her off course and she needed to take time to figure out her next move. As much as she had blamed Monroe for all of the things that happened to her family, she still couldn't find it within herself to kill him in cold blood. Miles had trained her to be fierce and that often circumstances warranted being ruthless, but murder was something she still couldn't fully reconcile with herself. As much as she tried to justify in her mind that killing Monroe would bring about a sense of justice, when the time came to pull the proverbial and literal "trigger," she was finding that she was struggling...particularly since he had saved her life the night before. Charlie figured Monroe still had some sense of loyalty to Miles and by extension, he had protected her as a way of channeling that loyalty.

"You hear about those fellas with the U.S. government?" one man wearing a brown cowboy hat said to another man at the table.

This got Charlie's attention- what U.S. government? she thought to herself.

"Yeah, I heard they are headquartered in Texas and will be headed in this direction for recruits," the other man replied.

Texas- Charlie thought to herself. Miles and her mom were in Texas with her grandpa, Aaron, and many others.

"They have several bounty hunters working these parts on some leads," the man spoke up again.

"Yeah- heard they were looking for ol' Monroe- like he would be around here..." the man replied back.

Charlie sat up in her chair at this statement. There was now apparently a U.S. government that was looking for Monroe... it was only a matter of time before he was found out.

Charlie ended up folding her match and stood up to walk away to talk to Monroe.

Charlie knocked on the door of Monroe's trailer and rolled her eyes when a petite female with dark hair opened the door.

"Can I help you?" the girl asked, looking Charlie up and down with a scrutinizing gaze.

"No, you can't- I am looking for- Jimmy," Charlie replied curtly.

"What do you want?" Monroe appeared in the doorway behind the girl.

"I need to talk to you," Charlie replied and then gave the girl a look. The girl looked at Charlie and turned around to give Monroe a deep kiss before brushing past Charlie and out the door, while Charlie rolled her eyes.

"So, talk-" Monroe said, shutting the door and walking back into his "living room."

Charlie noted the trailer was about what you would expect- a crowded space with food containers, clothes, a general bachelor pad pig sty.

"This place is a gross mess," Charlie observed.

Monroe rolled his eyes, "whatever...the maid is on vacation. Was there something you wanted, Charlotte?" Despite his words, he walked over to the table and started picking up a few papers and bottles that had accumulated on the table.

"I overheard two men at the Black Jack table talking about bounty hunters for the U.S. Government-" Charlie said.

"-what U.S. Government?" Bass stopped what he was doing and turned around to face her, bottles in his hand.

"That's what I was wondering as well," Charlie replied. "...but they specifically mentioned bounty hunters are looking for 'Monroe."

"Damnit!" Monroe threw a glass bottle against the wall and Charlie watched as it shattered.

"Does that surprise you?" Charlie said, shaking her head at how volatile he was. "You were a dictator who pissed off a bunch of people...they think you nuked cities-"

"I know what they think, Charlotte," Bass said in an angry tone. "...I knew it was only a matter of time before they were looking for me...the only thing on my side is the fact that many people don't know what Sebastian Monroe actually looks like..."

"Well, that could quickly change now that bounty hunters are involved...they could be former militia- plus, you're like a local celebrity here...you don't exactly fit into the background," Charlie pointed out.

"Yeah...I think now is the time that you tell me where Miles is," Bass said.

"What? No," Charlie said in a tone like Monroe was out of his mind.

"Charlotte, these U.S. guys are going to be a big problem- and chances are, if they are after Sebastian Monroe, they are after Miles Matheson too...he needs to be warned."

Charlie was silent at that- she couldn't argue.

"I need you to tell me where he is, so we can go and warn him," Bass said.

"He might already know what is going on- those men said the U.S. Government is headquartered in Texas...that's where Miles and my mom are," Charlie admitted.

"I need for you to take me to them," Bass said.

Charlie shook her head, watching him. "What makes you think they want your help?"

"They may not want my help, but they are going to need it," Bass replied. "...we are going to need men though. We can't take down the U.S. Government with two or three people..."

Charlie looked confused. "...and where exactly would we get men? You don't really want to alert people to who you are, right?"

"I have a plan."