Clyde

Bonding

It has been seven months since the incident, and since Phil found me.

Everything has been quite normal considering what happened with the carriage. Phil decided it would be best for everyone to lay low for a month or so. Everyone has been drinking, singing, being calm. It's been quite nice.

I usually start my days by going into town to get some stuff from the stores. Taking my horse for a ride, and making sure she's healthy. A nice walk and a smoke once I get back around the trails.

I walked back to camp to find Papa and James drinking.

"Come on guys, it's so early to be drinking" I joked.

"Wanna join?" Papa asked.

I smiled, "Sure".

I sat down beside them and started a beer.

"Why're you guys drinking so early?" James mocked as he threw his empty beer on the ground.

I laughed a little, "You're great James".

James smiled.

"So James and I were just talking about this group of deer that come around here every so often" Papa spoke.

I looked at Papa, "Planning on killing them?".

"Yeah. There's a lot of them, I'll give us meat to last awhile. It'll last us a bit of the winter once that comes".

"It won't hit as hard over here because of the climate, I guess" James went and grabbed another drink.

"I cannot do harsh winters" I laughed a little.

"Same here kid" papa agreed.

"So what we're the Clydes like?" James asked.

I shrugged, "Like us. I mean, good. Fucking good at what they did. I don't think I've ever met such smart people ever".

James smirked, "Phil always told us that. He never had a bad run in with them, and was grateful".

"Yeah, sounds about right. People regretted messing with them. How was your people?",

"Well" James laughed a little.

"Here we go" Papa took a swig.

"My parents were horrendously christian. Nailed it into me, hated me. They hated how rebellious I was. So, I ran away".

"Not before killing them first" Papa coughed.

James glared.

"You killed your own parents?" I laughed a little.

"Yeah. I mean, I don't feel bad about it. They hated me. I kill people all the time. We are all killers here. They were just people to me, people to rob".

I nodded, "I would've done the same, but... you know".

James laughed a little.

"And what about ole Pa?" I asked.

Pa thought for a moment, "Well I had a normal life. Wife, daughter, I had it all. They all died and I came here for a good laugh and a beer. Here I am now".

"Great story Pa" I joked.

"What about the big bear you killed? The one that fed us through the last winter" James suggested.

Pa nodded as he chuckled, "We named him Gigantus. This bear was twice the size of that bear we saw the other week Amira, it was an old hunters dream".

"I called him Shit Face" James joked.

"And I would beat you with my bare hands every time" Papa glared at James.