*"Trade Bound"*

The first light of morning stretches long across the rugged cabin walls, casting deep shadows on a life carved from wilderness.

The old trapper steps out — slow, steady — with a bundle of hard-earned pelts slung over his shoulder. Each fur tells a story of bitter cold mornings, quiet patience, and battles of survival between man and beast. His fringed buckskins whisper against the dust, worn and stained from seasons spent chasing the rhythms of the wild.

A Winchester rifle waits nearby — not just for defense, but a trusted tool in a land where danger lingers at every bend. His belt is heavy with a six-shooter, a knife and hawk.

He's heading to the trading post — maybe for coffee, maybe for lead, maybe just to trade silence for a few words with men like him. Solitary. Free. Rooted deep in the old ways.

"Trade Bound" captures a moment between wilderness and civilization — a watercolor world blurred with drips and raw edges, where the line between man and mountain grows thin.