The Artifacts Journal
The morning is cloudy with a cold bite in the air. Andres Kempel, a big-game hunting and fishing guide, has arrived. He is quiet and confident, old-school. We watch from the other side of the fence as he tosses saddles around effortlessly, balancing a smoke in his mouth. Little by little we wander towards him, gravitating to his energy. He smiles crookedly and shakes our hands. One thing is clear: Andres is a man amongst boys. Roark has a rival.