HOME | DD

Description
"Diamondback," Wildcard started, his voice muffled, his words snatched away by the wind. "This pass ain't like the others. Heard stories 'bout folks disappearin' up here."

Diamondback grunted, his eyes fixed on the path. "Heard 'em too. Don't mean they're true. Just stick close. Ironside, you got the lantern?"

"Aye," Ironside's rumble cut through the wind, a deep timbre that seemed to resonate with the mountain itself. He held up a dimly glowing lantern, the light dancing against his frosted beard.

The three men moved deeper into the pass. As they ventured further, the wind grew in intensity, snow swirling like an ethereal fog around them. Diamondback's eyes were trained on the trail, navigating around hazardous ice and treacherous dips in the terrain. Ironside's lantern cast long, dancing shadows across the rugged pass.

Abruptly, a wolf howl echoed through the pass, a mournful lament to the moon. The horses stirred, sensing the danger, their breath misting in the frigid air. Wildcard reached for his Colt, his eyes darting into the darkness beyond Ironside's lantern.

The men paused, their senses heightened. Diamondback raised his hand, signaling them to hold their ground. The howl echoed again, closer this time.

"A pack," Ironside grumbled, his grip tightening on his reins.

"Stay calm," Diamondback ordered. "We make it through this pass, boys, there'll be warm beds and hot meals waitin' for us."

With that, the trio pressed on, swallowed by the snowy abyss, the echoing howl of the wolves their unholy chorus. Their journey was far from over, but if there was one thing life had taught them, it was to weather the storm, and live to tell the tale.

Description
"Diamondback," Wildcard started, his voice muffled, his words snatched away by the wind. "This pass ain't like the others. Heard stories 'bout folks disappearin' up here."

Diamondback grunted, his eyes fixed on the path. "Heard 'em too. Don't mean they're true. Just stick close. Ironside, you got the lantern?"

"Aye," Ironside's rumble cut through the wind, a deep timbre that seemed to resonate with the mountain itself. He held up a dimly glowing lantern, the light dancing against his frosted beard.

The three men moved deeper into the pass. As they ventured further, the wind grew in intensity, snow swirling like an ethereal fog around them. Diamondback's eyes were trained on the trail, navigating around hazardous ice and treacherous dips in the terrain. Ironside's lantern cast long, dancing shadows across the rugged pass.

Abruptly, a wolf howl echoed through the pass, a mournful lament to the moon. The horses stirred, sensing the danger, their breath misting in the frigid air. Wildcard reached for his Colt, his eyes darting into the darkness beyond Ironside's lantern.

The men paused, their senses heightened. Diamondback raised his hand, signaling them to hold their ground. The howl echoed again, closer this time.

"A pack," Ironside grumbled, his grip tightening on his reins.

"Stay calm," Diamondback ordered. "We make it through this pass, boys, there'll be warm beds and hot meals waitin' for us."

With that, the trio pressed on, swallowed by the snowy abyss, the echoing howl of the wolves their unholy chorus. Their journey was far from over, but if there was one thing life had taught them, it was to weather the storm, and live to tell the tale.