Aurora looked up ahead, seeing where the trees thinned to reveal an abandoned fire pit, sticking out from beneath the snow that had fallen the night before. He pulled his hat down, spurring his horse forward as they reached it and dismounting once he was close enough to see the embers still burning. 

The other prisoner was quiet, sliding back down the wall again with a groan. Aurora frowned, folding the cloth back over the bundle again and turning to the boy quaking against the stone. 

Rowena watched the girl as she squared herself to the target, close enough to where anyone, even the boys snickering behind her, wouldn’t have too much trouble hitting it. Her arm raised but the shot was delayed while she steadied herself, eyeing the target until finally the gun went off and a satisfying crack rang out from where it struck the post the target was propped up on.

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