Charles Smith

Oh, Arthur… Any day we can die.

No, you simple minded fool.

That whiskey's rotgut.

Any day we can die, hm?

Bye, Arthur.

Call it what you want.

Back off, John.

You think he'll talk?

I'm ready to be done with this day.

By the looks of things, it wasn't a social call.

Life's always confused me. I… I don't feel I understand it very much. Other human beings seem to understand why they were born but, for me… it seems like I was born to hurt and suffer myself. That doesn't always seem like a really good reason. Uh… I wish there was another way.

You know the rules, no horse in camp.

What is it with you and him?

Trelawny, I've only met him a couple times, but he's… he's a strange one.

Don't start with me, Marston. And go wash off that blood.

So, spirits seem good… in the new camp, I mean.

He uses a cane, looks a lot like this one.

You coming back to camp?

Ahh, great.

So it goes.