[If anyone doesn't like the snow, it's Vasquez. He thrives in the heat and the dust, and the snow brings with it ice, chill, and frost. So, no, he doesn't like it. He likes it even less when he's in the middle of nowhere with no towns nearby. At least in a town, there are bars, and alcohol has impressive warming factors.
Instead, he's here, and by sheer fortune there's an abandoned cabin. He's willing to guess that it used to be a farm - based on the fences out along the property - but something probably happened. No more money, family death, anything can drive a person off their property these days. He grumbles as he stamps his boots in the doorway, looking around. Whoever owned this, they left quickly, so at least there are some moderate comforts.
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Instead, he's here, and by sheer fortune there's an abandoned cabin. He's willing to guess that it used to be a farm - based on the fences out along the property - but something probably happened. No more money, family death, anything can drive a person off their property these days. He grumbles as he stamps his boots in the doorway, looking around. Whoever owned this, they left quickly, so at least there are some moderate comforts.
Thank God for small miracles.]