It was cold, almost unbearably so. The gang had set up camp in Colter, trying to ride out the unusual May blizzard in the wake of the events in black water.

Arthur stepped into one of the unstable buildings, the walls doing little to keep the cold wind out. His boots thudding as he stepped inside out of the chill.

“Damn cold..” He murmured, he had dropped some rabbits off to Pearson, he’d been out hunting with Charles. He sat down on his cot and pulled out his journal.