You're More Than That | Arthutch

The leaves were starting to turn vibrant colors... Shades of reds, oranges, and yellows. The clear sign that Autumn was upon the land. The long grass, which flowed in the winds, was slowly drying up and turning shades of browns and yellows, like hay. Within a few months, winter would be upon them.

Beautiful colors soaked the land of the Great Plains. The sky was a vibrant blue, but when the sun would set, oranges, yellows, reds, pinks, and purples would cover the sky before the darkness of night cloaked the world, wrapping its gentle arms around the sky like a blanket. But stars would be born, shining bright into the night sky. The moon, she always was ready to guide anyone in need. Ready to lead them home, lighting their path up for safe travels.

It was the year of 1868... Autumn had changed the colors of the Great Plains to more of dying colors as Winter was coming soon... The weather was crips and cool, the birds were tweeting and the winds howling and whisping through the trees. Herds of wild horses grazed or ran in the meadows, their manes and tails flowing with the wind; hooves beating on the ground. The whinnying and neighing of the wild mustangs filling the fields as they ran and played around.

Men on their horses on the trails and roads, kids playing outside with their pets or imaginations, mothers inside getting dinner ready, bandits and gangs on the run from pinkertons and law men or causing more trouble.

This... Is where our story begins....