WHEN IT RAINS, IT POURS.

It's a cold night on the trail. You're traveling at a pace that's almost, what's that, grueling? Just about. The sunlight is fading and the darkness is setting in, as night befalls your dusty wagon train. You start to slow, the trains ahead of you coming to a stop. You're about to gather 'round for another rest break, eh? ( Read more... )