[centre][color=0072bc][url=https://fontmeme.com/lovecraft-country-font/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210428/9517b6de1859e93e5d83329a64c7ec0c.png[/img][/url] [/color] [/centre] The mountain side was cold, but Nathaniel was used to that. In fact, men in his tribe had gone naked much of the year until the start of the twentieth century. This snow was deep but dry not wet and clingy. The better question was 'what in the world was he doing here?' Thunderbird rarely 'talked to Nathaniel directly, for which Nate was truly grateful, but he had directed Nate to this mountain. If Thunderbird knew the reason or reasons, he was playing it close to the vest. He had packed for winter hiking but he was too warm and took off his jacket tying it to the outside of his pack. His war paddle was in his hand, it made a handy walking stick and Nate was wearing black leather and kevlar combat boots. [i]What am I doing here?[/i] he asked himself then saw a strange sight. The path ahead was shimmering and not with heat waves or an illusion brought on by snow-blindness. He walked forward until he was directly in front of it and reached out a hand to touch it. He felt resistance. [color=00aeef]"So that's what an invisible barrier looks like,"[/color] he said in surprise.