The snow was slowly piling up from the winter blizzard. The wind gave out an unforgiving howl. This was how it was in 1879 in the Rocky Mountains.

William’s shoes crunched under the deep snow as he said to himself, You're gonna find something, just be patient.

He continued on with his rifle in desperate search of anything. He was shivering as the wind got faster and the temperature dropped. He finally decided it was time to go.

Mother said you’d have to find something out there. Or else we would all die of starvation.

Williams got his horse and started to traverse the deep snow. His horse slowly started struggling to move because of the deep snow.

“Come on, come on, We gotta go. It’s okay.”

His horse suddenly let out a loud neigh. This only meant one thing.

Predators.

It could be wolves or bears, but Williams saw this as an opportunity. He had finally found his prey.

He soon heard faint howls drained out by the blizzard wind.

At last.

He got off his horse and got his rifle and hunting knife. It was time to hunt.

The only problem was that the blizzard got so bad that he couldn’t see anything after five feet. Anything after that was just white.

He started hearing faint yipping, but it was so faint that Williams wasn’t sure if his mind was playing tricks on him.

Suddenly he saw a white wolf staring at him with its pure yellow eyes.

Williams took out his rifle slowly and aimed.

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Bang.

The white wolf dropped to the ground.

Williams was pleased with what he got. Mother would be so happy to see this.

He heard some wolves yipping and running from the sound.

He picked up the 180 pound wolf and slowly carried it to his horse. He slowly stowed it on the shivering horse.

Williams got on his horse and started the journey back home.

A few cold hours later, the blizzard finally ended.

The result of that blizzard was three feet of cold snow.

After a while, Williams finally saw some patches of green here and there.

He could see the green hills in front of him.

When will my family move on from this remote place? Life is so much harder when you have to hunt and feed your family.

There are big cities nearby. We could move to Greenfield. It’s nice, it’s cozy, what more could we want? I need to tell this idea to my Father once I get back.

Williams looked back, he saw the snow capped mountains behind him.

I’m glad I’m not there anymore.

He soon saw a tiny wood cabin in the distance.

Home.

Williams knocked on the old wooden door.

His Mother opened the door and said “Willaims!? How are you?”

“Can’t you see what's in my hands?” said Williams.

“Food! How did you manage to kill a wolf?”

“Let’s talk inside, it’s kind of cold out here.”

“Guys! I present to you… Food!”

Williams’s Father said to him in a proud voice, “God bless you my son. Now, let's eat!”

“Father, I need to say something.” “What do you need to say, my son?” “Father, I think it’s time to move to Greenfield. It’s better for the both of u-”

Bang.

The powerful bullets ripped through the old wood house. The deafening sound made no sense. He couldn’t see all he heard was “Williams! Hel-” and yelling stopped.

Gunshots, gunshots, and more gunshots. The firing suddenly stopped. All Williams could hear was the eerie ringing in his ears because of those gunshots. He looked around, discovering that he was the only survivor.

No. No. This can’t be it. No. No! No!

He heard some talking outside, “Damn these guys have no shit.” “You said that right!” “Let's go now, Mary cooked us some good food. One of them approached Williams’s father and said, “Haha, shit face.” They left with the creaking sound of the floorboards.

Williams was crying in despair. He screamed in agony.

He got his things and decided to leave for Greenfield. He called his horse and rode off into the distance.

Justice will be served, justice will be served.