Arthur trotted along the trail out of Strawberry as quickly as he could, aiming to reach Valentine by nightfall. With his gloved hands on the reins, he pushed the horse forward.

Along the trail, he heard a loud, piercing cry. It was soon followed by somebody calling for help.

Against his better judgment, he turned his horse off of the trail, wandering into the woods. Following the shouts, he soon found you, your leg ensnared in a rusty bear trap. “Damn it.”