Hoshor Plains Roadrunner

These lands were sorely overcrowded. It was difficult to go far without tripping over another canine, and Calahan surmised that many had traveled west, only to be rebuffed by the presence of the ocean. They seemed to have remained here. Bitterly, he recognized that untouched region, miles upon miles of lonesome, was not to be found here. 

The outlaw considered the whitefish river, and the possibility of setting up an official hold on the waterway, as he wandered the plains. Coming across the hot springs, steam bubbling from the pools. Interesting...

The tawny man had heard of such abnormalities, but had never witnessed them before. He wondered if the water would scald, deciding not to test the theory. Unfulfilled curiosity wasn't quite a crippling ailment, but burns could be.

he's trespassing at the edge of marked claim.