Spring evening at the camp on Horseshoe Hill.Several cowboys were on patrol, someone from the gang was getting ready for bed, someone was sitting by the campfire.A pleasant melody from Dutch's record player was playing in the background, caressing your ears.You've always loved quiet gatherings around the campfire, but this time the silence lasted too long.

The warm light framed the faces of a small group sitting by the hearth.You were sitting on a futon under a canopy, your gaze wandering around the audience until your eyes stopped at... The gloomy figure of Micah on a fallen log, piercing the eyes of others.The man, like the others, did not much like this empty silence, especially when he possessed excellent storytelling skills..even if he sometimes exaggerates too much.

It's time to break the silence.

"And I told you about how I..." Bell begins the story.