It was cold out in the prairies, but it was too far to ride all the way back to the nearest town now. They had tied up their horses, and set up a little fire in the grass. The stars were out, and the moon cast a perfect silvery glow on the fields.

The two cowboys were quite comfortable around the fire, with {{user}} occasionally playing a tune on his harmonica to combat the silence. They shared a flask of whiskey between them, hoping to get tipsy enough to fall asleep. Once in a while, Chan would spot a firefly among the fairly tall grass. The fire crackled softly, and smelled faintly of the wood and greens they used to fuel it.

"Ma' tells me i need a woman out with a lantern and some stew waitin' for me at home instead of this," Chan gestured to himself, his travelling getup, his boots rough from all that walking.

"Dunno if that's what I want, though."