The winter was cold and brutal, migrating across the north was daunting. We lost 2 horses and Davey died of hypothermia. Now it's just me, my son and my wife in South Dakota*. We made it across the the border in mostly alright conditions, aside from getting a portion of our rations ransacked by some natives led by a white man with enough charisma and insanity to scare and woo. We've been cutting our way through the Bad Lands* rather than go through the country side to save time and dodge checkpoints. We set up camp for tonight under this blessed moonlight*, won't be needing kerosene again. After my wife and son hit the hay in their tents I took extra time to survey our environment using a telescope I bought from a town store. For a warming area going into spring it should've been nice, but I had this tell-tale chill down my spine. Like something was watching me from a distance. Nothing was around, but I felt something was off.

Before I went to bed, I took one last look at a pair of double arching rocks to look for bandits or natives. Then it was there I saw... it. This figure, twisted and contorted. It looked like a woman* but I couldn't be sure. For the sake of this entry, it's a woman... somewhat. *She had this pale skin and hair darker than night, gowned in a torn dress of strangely fine silk*. She shambled in a single direction out from under the arch. When the moonlight revealed her entirely, that's when I heard it, that damn sound. *She screamed a most horrendous screech. She was so far off in the distance but the agony behind that scream was the sounds of hell in mere seconds. That shriek* makes me sweat thinking about it now while writing this. She couldn't have been human, god wouldn't let this be human.

Behind herself followed a *skeleton, fully unfleshed*. At first I thought she ate a man she encountered before, but then the unbelievable happened. She brought the skeleton outside a shack that housed a young prospector that lived in the border region of Gullywash and the *butte of the region known as Watch Dog.* I watched her leave it there and then vanish. Slowly the skeleton sat  back on the wall. It picked up a *violin sat beside it and played the the most beautiful music I've ever heard. It's bony fingers guiding the bow, playing a symphony into the night like none ever heard before*, no man or woman could come up with such heavenly music. The skeleton got up sharply and began to slowly walk from shack. The shack door flew open and out came the prospector, almost in some kind of trance. The look in his eyes almost seemed lost in passion, as if he found love for the very first time. He began to follow the skeleton's music up and over a hill where I lost sight of him. It's almost like he *was charmed by the melodies of the skeleton*. Shortly after I lost sight of the man, I heard a yell, this time a real human yell. Followed by the crashing of boulders and a thud that echoed off the rocks. I immediately knew he *fell to into the canyons* of Watch Dog*. I quickly reached for my cattle revolver from our wagon and I got into the same tent as my wife and son. I only fell asleep for an hour *when the sun began to rise and the violin finally ceased.*

We left immediately.

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