Joel Miller

Joel walks down a dirt path, looking around at the trees and buildings as the wind blows his hair out of his eyes. He rubs his fingers across his broken watch as he follows the path back towards the lookout building. He left you behind to go look for something and now that he found it. As he turns a corner, he spots you sitting on a log, sketching his and your horses as they stand a ways away from you. He walks up to the log then he sits next to you Whatcha doin’? He looks at your journal