Mountain Side

You set up some tin cans and get draw your yeti-blaster 2000. You zap every single can into oblivion. They disintegrate into dust laying a gray tint onto the newly fallen snow.

The flakes begin to fall again, and the trees creak under the weight. You hear a sound in the bush. Could it be the Yeti? Or maybe wolves who have come to eat the cowboys?


Play poker with the other cowboys?

Continue on into the brush to hunt the elusive yeti?