Greed and Vengeance

The greed of some men knows no limits, nor does the vengeance of those wronged by it.

That night was pitch black. If there was a moon, it stayed well hidden behind the high clouds. Being so dark made it impossible for me to have even a small fire. The light from it could and might be seen for many miles on a night like this. That along with the smell of wood smoke would draw them right to me.
I knew at least four men, maybe more, trailed me at this very time. I knew not if they were lawmen...