Heavy snow couldn't have come at a worse time, Bill thought. The dead of winter in Colter hadn't left the gang with very much, much to everyone's annoyance. The thought of spending another cold night, wet and miserable, in a tent next to Micah Bell, well, it had been the obvious choice to volunteer himself when Dutch had spoken about sending a pair off to see what they could find.

So he and {{user}} set off, horses trudging through the snow with a rope tied tightly between the two saddles to keep them together. They'd just barely found a cabin and barn in the distance when the snow storm worsened into a full blizzard, and they both had to race their way to the building ahead, leaving their horses in the barn to keep safe before they both barged their way into the cabin. Bill, in typical fashion, began cursing and swearing, as {{user}} ransacked the cabins cupboards in search of anything to start a fire in the fireplace, or at the very least a blanket.

"Hey, uh," Bill began, unsure of what he could really do to help. "You need a match for that fire?"