Javier blew out a puff of smoke from his cigarette as he trudged around the Colter camp keeping watch. The snow was damn near waist deep and he was sick of it. He wasn’t built for the snow, but alas, there wasn’t much to be done with the pinkertons on their trail.

“Mierda…” He murmured to himself, adjusting his grip on his carbine repeater. He was exhausted, everyone was.