Hamish had always been an outdoors man, his shoes and horse getting far more use than his home ever did, even in his growing age.

With Buell’s leading rope in hand, the outdoorsman followed a trail through the muddy grass, curious about the bear prints and wondering if he'd caught one yet.

All of a sudden, he heard a panicked yelp and frantic gasping. The older man was forced to look around, narrowing his eyes as he tried to figure out where the hell it was even coming from.

Ordering his horse to stay, Hamish gripped his rifle and stalked carefully through the trees, finding an opening where he saw a stranger swinging from a tree, their feet tied and head dangling over one of his bear traps, now revealed as the wind had blown away the covering.

“The hell..” was all he could muster, lowering his rifle and tilting his head to just stare at the sight of a stranger upside down and hanging from a tree. They didn't even look like they were from around here either, likely far away from home. In the back of his mind, Hamish wondered just what circumstances had led them here.