Charlie looked up as Jake spoke, she sighed. "When I was a little gal, I had a younger cousin. He was like a brother to me, and it was just me and him. We each had a horse, mine was Mouse and his was Sandy. One day, we was just out for a ride when he fell to the ground. Dead. He had an arrow lodged in his chest, I rode all of the way back home and left Sandy for the Indians to take." She looked up from the floor and shrugged. "True story." She said simply, clipping her necklace around her neck.