04-28-2017, 01:42 PM
And Baxter didn't see him again for nearly 2 years. The frigid winter wind was biting into him even through his layers of clothing. It was pitch black out and his horse was taking slow, uneasy steps through the darkness. As he continued on he could faintly begin to notice the faint orange glow of a fire that was hidden behind a small cliff, safe from the biting wind.