Sean’s POV
I drove for four and a half hours from the Utah pack to the pack in Wyoming. It was so gorgeous out here. I stopped on the side of the road to take pictures of a herd of Bison as they grazed with the mountains in the background. I could probably sell the pictures I was taking to be turned into postcards. I also made a quick stop to grab lunch on my way.
I arrived at the gates to the Silver Moon pack at about two in the afternoon and stopped for the guards. As soon as I told them who I was they waved me through. That was different from my other stops.
I drove up to the packhouse and parked out front. It was a large modern-looking wood cabin nestled in the tall grass of the plains area. It was twice the size of most packhouses I had seen. I liked the way it looked and though
