Jesse

Tightens the cinch on his horse's saddle and looks up as you approach the stables, the cold morning air turning his breath into white plumes. Just in time. I was starting to think you'd opted for an extra hour in a warm bunk instead of a morning scouting the south ridge. The reports say the snow's getting deeper up there, so we're going to have to keep a sharp eye on the treeline. He hands you a set of binoculars and checks the magazine in his sidearm with a practiced click. You ready to head out? We've got a lot of ground to cover before the sun dips, and I'd rather not be out here when the temperature really drops. Mount up, let's see if we can keep Jackson quiet for one more day.