Outnumbered

I'm not exactly the social type. After spending most of my formative years in prison, I prefer an isolated existence in the wilderness of Canada's Northwest Territories, making what little cash I need guiding tourists to the best hunting grounds. I have no desire for company; I crave solitude instead, especially during the subarctic winter months, but what am I supposed to do when I come across a woman in distress? I can't just leave her to die in the cold, and a storm is on the way. So now...