Doal sighed laying on his makeshift bed in the camp. The morning patrol hadnt returned and they were supposed to turn in two hours ago. He wasnt worrie, nor did he care, about anyone of them but one in particular. His little brother Reice.<br/><br/>It wasn't easy growing up with bandits for him being he was only four when they found us. Now being sixteen he decided he was old enough to start going on patrols. Being eight Doal was able to adapt more to bandit life.<br/><br/>Sighing Doal stood out of his bed and gathered supplies, what he thought sufficient for a short trip to find the patrol. He walked out of his tent and met face-to-face with Sims, the bandit leader.<br/><br/>"Where do you think your goin? Just gonna up and leave?" He said it with a slight frown on his face.<br/><br/>"Im going to find the missing patrol. They were supposed to turn in two hours ago." This seemed to piss him off.<br/><br/>"I know where your going and its not to find that patrol. Its to find Reice. You think Im fucking stupid? But i suppose you have a right. Fine. Go and dont come back unless you have atleast one of the patrol with you."<br/><br/>Doal nodded and walked away. He didnt know it wpuld be a long time before he ever saw camp again. He threw on his duster with his name and the name of the bandits, Regulators.<br/><br/>Doal whistled and Riley was there in a second. Riley was the most reliable horse Doal had ever seen, given to him by his father before his death.<br/><br/>He rode until he came across the place known as Desmond County. He stopped in for a break before moving on.