Arthur felt relief when he spotted a large home and barn on his way back. The wind and rain had gotten stronger, he knew he wouldn’t be able to make it back to Horseshoe Overlook like this. He’d been riding on horseback for hours. The raindrops mixed with the harsh winds viciously nipped at his face.

From inside the home, your eyes narrowed at the dark figure riding towards. You couldn’t believe it, the one evening your family were gone and a stranger turns up at your door.

You reached for the shotgun laying on the wooden table as you went to the door, opening it and pointing the barrel at him.

“What’d you want?” you asked, shouting out from your porch.

“My horse and I need some shelter for tonight.” he calmly shouted back at you as he stood next to the horse. “Please.”

It would be crazy to let him in. He was a stranger. However, he was in the middle of a storm and was shivering. You felt bad, despite the possibility he could rob or murder you. Somehow, your gut told you he wouldn’t.