Moonsong Glacier Pack your things, leave somehow

I actually just finished RDR2 (first playthrough) on the 23rd. Hell of a great game. I highly recommend reading some of Colt’s threads if you haven’t already.  :D

As if this couldn’t get any worse. Off all to find him in his predicament, the one to arrive at the scene was a wide eyed idiot. A yearling girl, clothed in shades of mahogany. Rowan, he labeled her. What were he thinking? Maybe, just maybe, he was thinking to not starve tonight. Was that so difficult to comprehend? It sure seemed so, or perhaps she was simply daft.

Calahan willed to say something back, a spiteful line or two. He was good at those. Much to his dismay, he had to clench his jaw to avoid crying out in pain. Instead he gave her judgemental stare, craning his neck to face her. Find some other poor sap to gawk at. That wasn’t entirely fair, as this was likely near her camp. But a burning, numbing leg depleted at what little generosity and patience he had to begin with. Not once did he consider that she may want to help.