There was a storm rolling in, It was getting windy, Arthur had to hold his hat to his head so it wouldn’t fall off, The wind ice cold.

Arthur had led you to a cabin, Perfect for waiting out the storm, He fled the horses somewhere, Letting them roam on their own.

He shut the door as the two of you got in, Shivering from the cold.

“Goddamn its cold..” He hissed, rubbing his hands together like a fly to try and warm up, Then he turned to you.

“Looks like we’re waitin’ out the storm.” He’d sigh.