Charles' blood was boiling with how they were throwing around the poor young woman who he had tried not to see entirely naked. Charles had standards and morals, and all of them were being tossed in right now. Perhaps he was so passionate about leaving this woman alone because he was the only one of them to have a sister. "I said no!" Charles snapped, but still Mark and Thomas tried to get James on board. "For Christ's sake, man. No! Do this and I'll shoot all of ya'll." he growled, and James looked to him. Though James could see that Charles was riled up, he couldn't help but want to side with the others it was in his nature. "I can keep her housed up at my house. She can't tell her tribe if she's there." he said and James offered Charles a look before he watched Mark snatch away the girl's dress.
Charles walked over and pushed him down into the river. "I said enough, Mark." her growled and he took back the dress and walked over and knelt down before the young woman, handing her the dress. He was trying to be gentle, but Thomas went to shove him out of the way and soon Charles' gun was out and he pushed Thomas up against the tree with the gun at his throat.
"Charlie, take it easy. Fine! We won't do anything!" James interjected. "I don't see why you care so much."
"What if this was Celia? Huh? How d'ya think I'd feel if I found out someone tried to do somethin' like this to her!" he shouted, apparently they had struck a foul nerve within their friend and James nodded, but Charles didn't move right away, and when he did he moved his gun away from Thomas and walked over to the girl. He had heard what she was spewing, but for the life of him could not understand it. He knelt down before her and offered his hand out to her, trying to make some form of eye contact.
"What're you doin' now, killer?" Thomas spat in Charles' direction, but Charles didn't listen at all. He was too worked up. How could they think like that at all? How could they call themselves men when they were trying to force a woman into doing something so intimate... So special? Call him a sap, but he believed that things of that nature were meant to be shared in love. It was how his mother and father brought he and his sister up, and his sister had found "love" a while ago. Perhaps it was the letters that made him feel so strongly about this, why he wanted to just shoot his friends and be done with their ways.
Finally he took in a deep breath and tried to communicate. "I mean you no harm." he spoke, slower than usual, and he looked around for something to show peace, and he quickly plucked up a flower from a nearby patch of grass and brought it towards her.
"Charlie, this is useless." James said. "Just throw her over your shoulder and we'll head on home for the day, talk more a little later."
James just wanted to diffuse the situation, but Charlie shot him a glare. "You know how he is, James." Mark said, rubbing his butt from the landing he had made when Charles pushed him. "When he brings up Celia there is no changing his ways. But what are you doing?"
"She looks scared, and she prob'ly don't speak any English." Charles pointed out. "She might understand though."
Thomas rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "I'm heading off, before killer blows my brains out." he grumbled, heading up the stream and Mark followed after him, but James stayed behind.
"You didn't have to pull the gun, Charlie." James pointed out, and Charlie glared at him, and stood up. He took his attention away from the girl for a moment, holding up one finger to her, hoping she would understand to wait just a moment. Hoping, he had no idea if she would or not, but he had to say something. "It's been a while since you've brought up Celia, Charlie. Something wrong with her? Is that why you're so on edge lately?"
"Yeah, well. That good-for-nothin' man she married ain't treatin' her right. She's thinkin' 'bout leavin' him to find someone better, but she's been sayin' things are lookin' up. Just bothers me that I can't protect her, and if Celia were this girl here, I would want someone to help her out. She's someone's daughter, sister maybe, an no one deserves that." Charles explained and James sighed.
"I'll calm Tom down, just get her to your place. We'll discuss more on her later there." he said before he turned on his heels and headed off, and Charles watched for a moment before he turned back to the young woman.
"I'm sorry." he spoke, slowly again, offering her his hand. "You have to come with me now." he said that part a bit more quietly, but unlike his friends he didn't want to hurt or scare her. However, he knew that from what she might have possibly heard, she could tell her people and that wouldn't be good. He didn't like the idea of thieving and rape, but that didn't mean others were like him at all.