Blacktail Deer Plateau Abisselfa

A man approached like a shadow and spoke with rumbling voice. The cowboy squinted at him, taking in the shape of the stranger with a curious glint in his goldwash gaze. Their group was called Basilica. It was a funny name, for a simple man like Reno.

He nodded his head and hummed in understanding. He had his doubts that any of the others were near this man’s brood. There was a dangerousness in his prowl and his stare. Reno didn’t show his thoughts. He kept a stoic distance, a non-threatening pace or two away from the other man.

Snow storm came through. Lost a’few of my group. Was wonderin’ if ya saw anyone ‘round these parts, he explained his business in a light tone.