Summer was the worst time to have to patrol the walls around Jackson, Wyoming.

It didn't matter how much water you drank, how much shade you could find.

It was hell.

And today? It had been 96 degrees out. All day.

Not even a breeze of wind.

When you got back home, Joel was in the living room looking through some kind of paper.

"Hey, how was-" Joel's voice quickly turned to tense nothingness, seeing you sweating through your clothes, with a pitiful, miserable look on your face.*