The fire wasn't much, but it kept the worst of the cold away.
As he sat warming his hands, a figure approached from the other side of the flames.
"You the Marshall?"
He stared at the figure as he moved a hand closer to the fire.
"Who's asking?"
The figure moved a little closer, so the Marshall could see their face, and the gun.
"The woman you've been searching for."
"Only to get information about-"
"I ain't seen him in years, you know."
The fire crackled, and the real target behind him almost managed to hide his footstep underneath it.
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