A Stone In the Cold 6th Verse

The snow is deep here as I trek the cold All the traps were empty and so am I I am not alone, tracking them that stole They are loud, stalking them against the sky What kind of men, clumsy and they are thieves I close in on their spot. They chose to camp boulders along the river’s winter freeze There is no fire, they look tired and damp outnumbered with all their shoulders slung What men will I find. The party I hail, without a reply unslung the bullets rung I follow thin ice, behind me like quail Now I know but they are clumsy and slow I must build a shelter, to fight the cold.