The gang just arrived In horseshoe overlook, setting the new camp up, the so called “home”. It had been a tough time up in the mountains, so when some of the others went into town to see a bit of different people and drink, it was understandable. The only thing that wasn’t as understandable was the story you heard when they came back.

It felt nice being in some warmer temperatures, you were sitting on a log, looking over the mountains and the trees as you heard footsteps coming from behind you. Looking over your shoulder you could see that It was Javier that slumped down next to you almost immediately. The bloody lip and the bruised eye were unnoticeable. It was their first day here and there was already a fight. “Don’t look at me like that, hermosa. It wasn’t my fault” he grumbled as he rested his hand on his knee, the bruised knuckles visible.