Thick cold air, dusty trails, wolves howling at the full moon, all a normal thing in the town of Carson, a slowly upraising farming town turning into a city. The town square was getting more up to date with the hustle and bustle of the bigger cities reaching outward and the immigrants moving further along the trails. The Town Hall was getting gas lights installed next week; the general store soon after that and more than likely the saloon would be next. Heck, the clock tower had gone up just a month ago when the huge celebration took place. Things had never been better in their fair town. Everything was going just right and it was about time for it too! The summer before last had terrible drought followed by rains and tornadoes that about blew every farmer away. It was a miracle that they even had food when harvest season came around. Tuck wasnâ€™t sure how it came about, but he was sure glad that it had.<br/><br/>Things had changed a whole lot since their new mayor came to town, everything had magically gotten better, almost overnight, you could say. It sure did make the law man a little curious; but why question the things the good Lord gave ya? No, it wasnâ€™t a good idea to do that. He thought as he shook his head, it wasnâ€™t a good idea to question why the strange things had been going on. The young man should be happy that no one had gotten ill or the crops had grown faster and fuller of life than usual since their new mayor had entered town. But something was stirring; Tuck could feel it in his gut.<br/><br/>The young man, no older than a day over 24, had been pacing the sleeping town for the past few hours. It was as if he were waiting for something, what, he didnâ€™t know. His dark brown eyes looked at the large clock tower that stood proudly in the middle of town; it was a quarter past one in the morning, way past time for him to have gone home and gotten some shut eye. With a deep breath, Tuck lifted his trade mark hat from his thick dark hair and brushed it back with his rough hand. It was time he went home. Placing the dusty brown Stetson back upon his head, the law man slowly made his way back to his cabin on the outskirts of town.<br/><br/>Tucker William Johnson had only been working alongside the sheriff for the past 4 months; just two months shy of when the strange happenings started. He had worked his familyâ€™s land until then, he had done that all his life and had thought he would keep doing it until he died but he was too curious to let this just go by. Since things were going so well, his father had hired a few men to take Tuckâ€™s place and make it easier on himself since he was getting in his years. Tuck didnâ€™t have to worry about them, he knew that theyâ€™d be fine and he could pursue what his instincts were telling him. He was mighty disappointed that since taking up the law man job, that no answers had come. But he could be patient and Lord willing; the time would come when Tuck would be given the answers.<br/><br/>The walk home in the cold air did well for him; it gave him time to think about what could be behind all of the great things going on. Anyone who has half a mind should know that after a lot of great things, comes plenty of bad to balance it out. That time should have come by now, heck, it should have come months ago. No weather problems, no illnesses, no deaths, robberies, none of the wolves had tried to eat the farmersâ€™ chickenâ€¦ Nothing. The sheriff even stated that he might have to let a few people go since there was absolutely nothing for them to do. It just made no sense.<br/><br/>With all of these things on his mind, Tuck hadnâ€™t noticed he had gotten home, an older cabin with only two rooms left there by one of the first settlers, until he was unlocking his front door and going inside. The creaky cabin was bear with the exception of the few wooden chairs and uneven table that sat near the iron stove and a coat rack that stood by the door. The man took his hat off and placed it at the top of the rack, soon adding the thick jacket to one of the arms. The cabin smelled that of dust, dirt and pine. It looked as though Tuck never cleaned it; there was even a pile of dirt where he kicked his boots off. He sighed, running his tanned hand through his thick hair once again, still trying to answer his questions and not getting anywhere.<br/><br/>Poor Tuck was tired from all of his pacing that he simply went to his bed room, kicking his boots off in the door way, and dropped onto his bed, not even bothering to undress. His room was in much the same condition as the entry way/ kitchen dining area; dusty and smelled of pine. Tuck didnâ€™t bother lighting a candle or a lantern, he didnâ€™t even close the open window in his bed room, the tired man just went to sleep.