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The bitter cold was harsh on a young lad's face as he hiked up the snow-capped mountain, his body felt like it was on fire. The wind was blowing hard with every whip, a stinging like feeling was all that remained till another gust would harshly start again.

‘How did they find us’ the young man thought as he continued to hike up the vast mountain

‘I thought we lost them days back in Sunstone, how the hell did they find us?!’  Evryn, our protagonist, was red in the face with anger. He couldn’t believe that their rival gang had found them so.. easily. Like they were right on their trail or, maybe like someone was feeding them intel about the gang. His family.

 Just the thought alone was enough to throw him in a fit of rage, his knuckles turned white as his grip on the reins tightened. Feeling the slight pull of the reins, the pure white Arabian horse picked up the pace. 

Moving a slightly faster pace Evyrn is pulled from his thoughts as he feels wind stinging even more than usually on his face. Glancing at Lucky, his white Arabian, he pats his head as they continue forward, following what looks like the tracks of his gang's wagon and horses. ‘I hope I catch up to them before the snow covers them.’ thought Evryn as he looked at how fast the snow is falling.

Lucky’s whines and huff could be heard as it seems like they’ve been travelling for hours. It was pitch black out, the only light to be seen is a lantern Evryn had barely been able to light due to the wind. The tracks were lost to the snow storm, never to be seen again, it was a struggle to figure out which way our brown haired lad’s gang went.

“Dammnit, I can't believe I'm going to die in the cold! Who’s idea was it to even ride up the mountain!!” yelled out Evryn, frustrated at his predicament he got off his horse and tried to look around the area for any type of clue to see where his gang went. As he was looking around he was unaware of something stalking him, watching him from under the branches of the tall spruce trees. Lunging out at the unsuspecting man, its teeth bared and ready to strike, just before it got to even reach Evryn, he dodged the animal just by a smidge. The ruckus causes Lucky to neigh in fear and bolt off, letting his owners' things fall off his back. 

Panicked, Evryn scrambles to his feet and goes for his schofield revolver. As he reaches his revolver he turns and just misses being scratched in the face but it hits his shoulder causing him to drop his revolver and let out a scream. Kneeling down in pain Evyrn looks up and gets a good look at the animal, it’s a gray brown fur stood tall as it bared it teeth towards Evryn and snarled a deep low growl. 

‘Of all things it had to be a wolf, nevermind the cold, i’ll be dying to a fucking wolf.’ 

“Fuck” mumbled Evryn as just accepted his fate and leaned back waiting for the wolf to devover him. Smelling defeat off of Evryn the wolf rushes to pounce him, but just before it could even reach him- PHEW!!! a gun shot rang out and echoed against the mountians for miles killing the poor wolf dead. Hearing a shot Evryn looked up and to his left to see who saved him from such a gruesome death.

Standing tall and mean, eye scoped in what looks to be a springfield rifle, was a man with dirty gold hair and striking green eyes. He lowered his rifle and turned to look at Evryn, eyeing him with the meanest look on his face before looking at the snow around him. Seeing blood, the blond man was quick to react, rushing to Evryn to help him. Just as he approached our brown haired lad he was quick to see who it was and dropped the mean look and said

“Ev, is that you?”. It was hard to tell who is was due to the heaviness of the snowfall but Evryn was able to see who it was. 

“Cyrus, it’s so great to see you,” Evryn softly said as he felt lightheaded, ready to pass out. “Hey thank you, for saving me from that wolf, I would’ve actually hehe die” Grabbing whatever bandages he had on him, Cyrus did his best to apply them to Evryn’s wound. “It’s not much but it’ll do till we get back to the gang, alright?” utter Cyrus as he continued to wrap Evryn’s wound ever so carefully. 

As Cyrus finished wrapping the wound, he helped Evryn to his feet and took a look around the area, noticing that Evryn’s’ white Arabian is nowhere to be seen. Confused and surprised at the revolution Cyrus looked at Evryn, confusion written on his face “Where’s Lucky? Did the wolf spook him or what?” 

Evryn winced at the question, his head spinning from both the cold and the loss of blood. He gritted his teeth, trying to focus through the fog in his mind. "Lucky... he bolted," Evryn said through clenched teeth, his voice raspy from the cold and pain. "I—I couldn’t stop him. I was too focused on not getting eaten myself."

Cyrus frowned, looking into the snowstorm. "Damn it." He muttered under his breath, shaking his head. His green eyes searched the darkness, narrowing as if trying to make out any movement beyond the snowfall. "We can’t leave him out here, not like this."

Evryn stumbled, his legs unsteady under him. The wound on his shoulder throbbed with every heartbeat, and the cold seemed to creep deeper into his bones with each passing second. But he nodded, forcing himself to stay alert, determined not to let his horse—his companion—be lost to the wilderness.

"Where... where do we even start looking?" Evryn asked, his voice shaky from both exhaustion and the pain in his shoulder.

Cyrus glanced around again, his jaw tightening. "We’ll follow your tracks, but it’s gonna be hard with this storm. The snow’s coming down heavily. But if we don’t find him soon, he’ll be buried under all this." He lifted his rifle, scanning the trees once more, as though the wolf’s pack could be lurking near, if it had one that is.

Evryn nodded, biting back a curse. He could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on him, but at the same time, something else stirred—something far more urgent than the pain in his shoulder. His bond with Lucky was deeper than any mere animal connection. The white Arabian was his confidante, his partner, and he wouldn’t just leave him out here to die.

"Let’s go," Evryn muttered, gathering what little strength he had. "We can’t waste time."

Cyrus looked at him skeptically, noticing how pale and weak Evryn seemed. But there was no arguing with the stubbornness in his voice. "Alright, alright," he said, holding Evryn up as they stumbled through the snow. "I’ll help you. But don’t make me carry you, damn it."

The two men moved forward, their progress slow and laborious. The wind howled, and the snow continued to fall in thick sheets, obscuring everything beyond a few feet in front of them. The air felt like ice, and each breath they took burned in their chests. But they didn’t stop. Not for anything.

The deeper they moved into the woods, the quieter it became. The howling of the wind seemed to fade into the background, and the only sound that filled the space was their heavy breathing and the crunch of snow underfoot. Evryn's mind raced. The further they went, the more worried he became. He could barely remember the last time Lucky had spooked like that, let alone run off in the middle of a storm.

"Do you think something happened to him?" Evryn asked, his voice barely audible over the storm. "Do you think he’s alright?"

Cyrus didn't answer immediately. His eyes flicked around the trees as if he was searching for something—anything that might lead them to the horse. "If he’s still alive, he’s tough enough to survive. But with the storm... if the wolf was chasing him..." He trailed off, unwilling to give voice to the worst-case scenario.

Evryn clenched his fists, shaking off the dark thoughts threatening to creep into his mind. He couldn’t afford to let panic take over. He needed to stay calm, for Lucky. For himself.

After what felt like hours of stumbling through the snow and following the faintest of tracks, Cyrus finally stopped. "Wait," he said, his voice low and tense. "I think I see something."

Evryn’s heart skipped a beat, his pulse quickening as he squinted through the snowstorm. In the distance, he could just make out the shape of a horse standing motionless in the storm, its white coat barely visible against the backdrop of snow.

"Lucky!" Evryn exclaimed, his voice hoarse with relief. "It’s him!"

Without a second thought, he pushed forward, his shoulder screaming in protest as he moved. Cyrus followed, his boots crunching in the snow behind him. As they drew closer, they could see the horse more clearly—Lucky stood, shivering, his head lowered, as though he was waiting for them. Evryn’s heart swelled with gratitude as he approached the horse, reaching out with trembling hands. Lucky whinnied softly and nuzzled Evryn’s palm, clearly spooked but otherwise unharmed. "Good boy," Evryn whispered, his voice shaking with both relief and exhaustion. He ran his hand along the horse’s neck, checking for any signs of injury. Lucky was cold, his coat slick with snow, but he seemed otherwise okay.

Cyrus stepped up beside them, his rifle slung over his shoulder as he surveyed their surroundings. "Lucky’s alright, but we’ve gotta get out of here," he said, his voice urgent. "The storm’s only getting worse. We can’t stay out here all night." Evryn nodded, barely able to keep his eyes open. His body was trembling with the cold and pain, but he wasn’t about to give up now. Not with Lucky here. Not with the gang counting on him.

"Let’s go," he said, his voice stronger than he felt. "We’ve got a long way to go to get back to them." With Cyrus helping to steady him, Evryn climbed onto Lucky’s back, wincing as his injured shoulder protested. But he gritted his teeth, focusing on the task ahead. The gang was out there somewhere. They needed to be together, to survive.

As the three of them began to make their way back through the snowstorm, the wind howling around them, Evryn couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude toward the blond man beside him. Cyrus had saved his life, had found him and Lucky when all seemed lost. Evryn knew, deep down, that they had a bond that went beyond mere survival. They were more than just fellow gang members. They were family. And the family didn’t leave each other behind—not in the cold, not in the storm.

"Thanks, Cyrus," Evryn muttered, his voice barely a whisper.                                                     Cyrus just nodded, his eyes ahead as he guided them through the storm. "Don’t mention it, Ev. We stick together." And in that moment, amidst the fury of the snowstorm, that simple truth gave Evryn more strength than he ever thought possible. Together, they could face anything. 

By the time Evryn and Cyrus made it to where the gang resides, the sun was just barely peeking out from behind the mountains. Exhausted Evryn got off Lucky with the help of Cyrus before entrusting him to tie Lucky up while he made his way to the main building in the abandoned town the gang had found. It looked to be an abandoned mining town due to it being just on the edge of a mountain with a small entrance to a cave. 

Evryn continued to walk to what looked like the main building before noticing smoke coming from the one next to it, diverting off his original path, he made his way to the smallish building next to the main building and knocked on its door before entering. 

“We need money!! We left all the important stuff in our old camp by Sunstone!! We have nothing but a couple of cans of food and the blankets!” yelled out a masculine voice as his footsteps could be heard on the boards of rotten wood. “We’re starving, cold and few of us are injured, we can’t possibly pull off a heist right now.” a soft but stern voice could be heard from the other side of the room “Especially when we’re down a man, Evryn, remember? He stayed back and led Rick’s gang astray, taking the heat off us. We have to stay-” the soft spoken person’s sentence trailed off as they looked behind the frustrated man to see the man they were talking about enter the cold room, almost making it feel warm with his presence. Confused, the man looked behind him and was shocked to see who it was before running to embrace the young man.

“Evyrn!!! ” he yelled out as he wrapped both his arms around him, hugging him tightly “You’re alive, we were getting scared! We started to think that you..” the man trailed off before shaking the bad thoughts out of his head and hugging Evryn even tighter.                 Our brown haired boy let out a small pained grunt as the sudden hug took him off guard and because his wound wouldn’t allow him to forget it so easily.                                                    “Kade! It’s nice to see you, but let go please” Evryn let out quietly, scared if he said it louder he’d cry out in agony again, quickly letting go of him Kade started to examine Evryn to see where he was hurt.

Still frozen in shock and relief, the soft voiced person who had been speaking earlier, a middle-aged woman with dull, weary blue eyes, stared at Evryn as he was being examined by her second in command. “You’re here…you’re really here” she said quietly as if she spoke it any louder he disappeared as fast as he came back to them, slowly making her way to both men she reached her hands out and grasped Evryn’s face. Softly caressing his cheeks making sure he wasn’t a figment of her imagination, tears welled up in her eyes before she pulled him gently into an embrace. “Son, you’re alive. I’m so glad you’re alive. Everyone was worried, scared even.” she said muffled by his shoulder. Wrapping his uninjured arm around the woman, he tried to hug her as best he could with one arm and comfort her as she cried softly into his shoulder. “Charlotte I…I’m alive.. I’m back.” Evryn said, relief filling his voice as he gave her one tight hug before letting go of her.

Arm throbbing in pain, Evryn winced and went to hold it as he nearly fell over from exhaustion. Rushing his side, Kade held him up as he brought him out of the building they were in to the big building on his right. Busting the doors open to the main building, Kade started yelling out to the other gang members who resided in the old building to get a bed ready and for any type of alcohol they had. Rushing as fast as they could, all the women in the gang started to clean off one of the cots set up whilst the ‘doctor’ of the gang gathered what little medical supplies they had to operate on the injured. Placing Evryn on the cot as gently as he could Kade looked to see where the doctor was, fast paced footsteps could be heard on the boards of the floor as the doctor was rushing to where Evryn. “Where is he injured? And how long has it been since the injury?” the doctor, Doc, asked as he got out some alcohol and his needles which was pre-prepped with a string on it “His left shoulder, I don’t know when it happened to him. He just showed up, tired and bloody.”