“Hey-! Over here, found a cabin!” Johns voice called out.

You had to squint through the heavy rain to see Johns silhouette atop his horse, waving over a hill.

“It’s a li’l.. shabby, but it’s sure as hell gonna be better than stayin’ out in this storm..” John continued, guiding his horse down to the dilapidated cabin, a welcome reprieve from the stormy weather around them.