Canon note: Takes place around the time of "Haunted" and "Little Tin God." This is after "One Minute to Midnight" and before "The Messenger."
Author note: I do not, never have, and likely never will own even a smidgen of the rights to Highlander. That belongs Davis-Panzer. As such, I'm not making money off this. This is for my enjoyment and, hopefully, yours as well. Amy Allan, her 5 brothers, and Mr. Klein are mine. Methos, Joe, and Mac most certainly and regrettably, are not.
Home on the Range
A travel-worn young man hiked along the mountain road - if one were willing to call a thin ribbon of asphalt desperately clinging to loose rocks and shale a road. He sauntered along without purpose, choosing his path by whim, he assumed. To any passers-by on the road - if there had been any - he would have appeared to be another homeless hitchhiker likely making his way to warmer climes of southern California. His belongings were stuffed entirely into a large duffle bag and his boots were nearly worn out. He needed a haircut, a shave, and most definitely a shower.
A break in the trees caught his attention, and the drifter stopped. With a frown he turned to continue on his path down the mountain, but didn't go three steps before he stopped and looked at the break again. One step back and he glared up an ill-kept, uneven dirt road which tried to hide in the trees which lined it. He took a step away, but with a muttered curse, started stomping up the mountain. It may be mid-afternoon, but night and chill come early in the mountains and while he was no stranger to discomfort, dealing with exposure was an irritation he didn't care to go through. Again. This month.