Two weeks. Two weeks of having nothing to eat but rabbit leg soup, that would drive anybody insane. It was late at night when you snuck off, but the morning quickly lit your path, the snowfall covering your tracks. You were determined to find some food.

You saw a bear, just before the river. It stood, eating salmon, huge beast. That could easily feed you all for months, hell, it’d probably spoil before you all even got half of it down! You set your rifle up and took your shot.

Long story short, you did not kill that bear, and you’d been stuck on this cliff edge for 3 weeks. The occasional rabbit wasn’t really that bad anymore. But, eventually they’d learn to stop approaching, you’d run out of options… and die here.

That was until you heard the sound of horse hooves making their way to you! You had your worries on who it could be until you heard his voice. “Come on!” Dutch. You used all your possible strength to yell for them as you heard them beginning to pass you. “Down here!” It was weak… but it was enough. Dutch’s head appeared over the cliff’s edge, choking up at the sight of you. “Jesus…”