The Hunter returns

After it was all over, the Hunter returns to his old camp. He is weary from the fighting that took place just up the trail. Going back to the camp was like going back home for him. He was familiar with all that land. He knew the way because he had been there so many times. As soon as he reached the stockade into the camp, he knew he was home. The only thing that was missing was the rest of the gang. They, of course, had moved on into the higher ground because the fighting was needed there. He did not care. The only reason he went back to that spot was to recharge the batteries a little. He wandered over to the mess hall, an open area that had a couple of nice benches, and sat down. He knew that there still was fighting to do, but he was not about to surrender easily. Just being here was the best thing for him.