<a class="postlink" href="https://scontent-ord1-1.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-xpl1/v/t1.0-9/11951966_1464012647241629_3774947668267954793_n.jpg?oh=db8c7feca78d22fa198be9a2dd7576ea&amp;oe=56783A58">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Cameron Mackenzie squinted in the dawn sunlight for a moment before bringing up his binoculars to scan the horizon. The chestnut-colored stallion under him complained with a snorting sound before bobbing his head for attention. Mack patted he horse's flaxen mane for a moment to reassure him. Bronzey, which was the horse's name, wasn’t happy – he really wanted to keep going. Although he had only bought the horse a week ago, Cam was already getting a feel for the creature. The part-Arabian loved to canter in the morning.<br/><br/>“No running today, my friend,” Cam said simply in response as he lowered his binoculars. “We’ve found what we’ve been looking for.”<br/><br/>Cameron, who also went by the nickname ‘Mack’, slid out of the saddle and took off his leather jacket. The late spring mornings were growing warmer in the high plains. Looking at the sun, he guessed noontime today would actually be fairly hot. He scratched the weeks’ worth of stubble on his face and decided on his next move.<br/><br/>He led the horse to a grove of trees that sat alongside a small river not far from an old paved road. There he tied up the creature with enough slack to reach the water, shade and grass for grazing. He removed the saddle and his gear from Bronzey before heading down to the stream to shave and wash up. With that out of the way Cam felt much more human again. As he dried his face he made final preparations for what was to come.<br/><br/>Refreshed, Cam then dug a handful of short roofing nails that were spray-painted black from one of his saddlebags. He carefully placed the small metal objects on their backs across the entire width of the nearby roadway, creating a nearly invisible barrier that would most likely shred the tires of any passing vehicle.  After looking over his handiwork one last time he hid his footprints with a leafy branch before retreating into the grove. He took cover just in time as the sound of a single vehicle could be heard in the distance.<br/><br/>After that there was nothing left to do but wait.<br/><br/>OOC:l<a class="postlink-local" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=18&amp;t=47942">viewtopic.php?f=18&amp;t=47942</a>l