Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140401010735/@comment-24416658-20140530190219

(Damn, son, looks like we've got trouble.)

Tanner, reaching the camp, set up the skin on a makeshift rack, making sure that it's in a good position to dry correctly. Standing back, he put his hands on his hips, exhaling.

"Alright pardners, hand me your pelts and I'll take care of it."

Tanner turned back, and was shocked.

"Where in Sam Hell is Camo?!"