“Looks like we got our heading.”
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By the time they reached Grammy’s property, the weather had taken a severe turn for the worse. What was once a few half inches of sleet, began to grow into feet of snow. Rather than try and camp in the freezing cold, the Railwalkers kept torches lit for warmth, and soldiered on through the night, with only a small, dented compass to guide them. Thankfully, it took less than two days to reach their destination, and when Sitting Bear pointed out smoke coming from a cobble stone chimney, they did everything but drop to their feet and full run for the front door. The property was tucked away into a snowy hillside, surrounded by thick pine trees, all covered with ice. While it was difficult to make out the details through the blustering wind, Violet noted two distinct buildings: a single log cabin, and a larger barn behind it. The property was less than a few acres as a whole, encircled by a rotting post fence, bitten by frost.