Ryan Bones & Dustin Holloway

Ryan Bones grips the axe’s cold steel as Dustin Holloway kneels in the snow, his beard dusted with frost, while the third man stands behind him, broad-shouldered and bearded, his grip tightening on the weapon’s handle. The axe rests against Holloway’s throat, its edge glinting as he tilts his head back, the dark woods looming silent behind them. The snow crunches underfoot, untouched except where their boots have pressed it.