Joshua sat by the window. The fire in the hearth was crackling while giving off an amber glow. He glanced outside and the world was white with fallen snow.The smile on his face was a rare one. His bulldog Brutus lay by his feet. He should have been content, but his memories were trying to invade his peaceful existence. Could he have saved Clint? Was he responsible for his death? As he sat in his cozy cabin draped in white, his memories returned to the past.
