The long brown duster swept up into the wind him as the chill winter breeze enveloped him, threatening to blow his dark brown wide brim fedora hat from his head. A crimson scarf trailed away from around his neck and struggled to get free, rippling in the chill. Against his body was a cotton t-shirt underneath a dirty white button down shirt wrapped in a worn leather vest. Surrounding his hips was a leather belt with two gun holsters, each with a pistol resting backwards in them. Beneath the belt a rugged pair of dark brown pants made their way down to the boots that kept his feet warm in the frigid, blustering winds of the northern plains.<br/><br/>Despite his best efforts to keep warm and keep moving, he still grimaced against brisk December’s bitter kiss. His shoulder length wavy brown hair brushed back and forth in front of his autumn colored eyes, shining like two dim lanterns in the midst of the grit and dirt that stained his rough hewn features, covered as they were in a bristly mustache and beard that had grown in the past few weeks. His stomach tightened and growled impatiently again, reminding him that the only thing he had eaten in the past twenty-four hours was some dried deer jerky and a few nuts and apple chips—the kind of things one didn’t need to worry about going rotten on the trail.<br/><br/>The little yellow house in the distance was the first homestead he had seen in the past three days. People lived all by themselves in the Dakota territory. The place looked fairly deserted, however. As he trudged closer, he noticed the house was decorated, and a woman appeared to be standing watch at the porch, like she was waiting for something… or someone maybe.<br/><br/><i>Where was…</i><br/><br/>And then he saw a figure emerging from the barn with a nice long… rifle or shotgun? All in all, a typical warm South Dakota welcome. Malcolm smirked underneath his dark bristles, raising his leather gloved hands slowly.<br/><br/>“I mean no harm to y’all. Not the one you’ve been waitin’ for,” he called out, "...whoever that may be," he muttered under his breath as he slowly walked closer, keeping his eyes on their hands and posture and ready to return fire if it came to that...