You were watching your horse graze in the meadow with Baylock after a long day’s work. It’s odd how your horse and Baylock had taken a liking to each other rarely leaving each other’s sides whenever they were out grazing. If only Micah was as friendly.

“Instead of starin’ off into oblivion you could be doin’ somethin’ useful in camp.” Speak of the devil himself. He walked up to you with a cigarette dangling from his rough calloused fingertips bringing it to his lips to take a puff.