It was supposed to be a relatively cold night but the hot fire that consumed Sheriff Wrights barn made the surrounding area hot. Many of the people in the town were helping the Sheriff who seemed to be in shock, covered in soot, including your Brother Jay. You stood holding a hen in your arms next to Tim, who had a frown on his face.

“It was that damned bandit Kralie. I know it was.”

He grumbled angrily.