Blogathon 2006: Chapter 36.
written by Julie R. Neidlinger 1 comments link this post
Vengeance drives a man harder than a spur to the flanks, and Dove was thinking of little else but two guns and the whirlwind of death he seemed destined to reap.
He rode hard, arriving into Crossfire Trail only to find the dirt street deserted, no one out, no wandering animals, no nothing.
The silence was loud. It was 11 in the morning and the day felt as if it were almost over.
Solitaire's men seemed to have deserted him, just like the townsfolk had deserted the street. He hadn't seen hide nor hair of any of them on his ride out or on his ride in. There was no loss in missing their sorry skins.
Perhaps Solitaire truly was living up to his name at last, finding out the pain behind being a wanderer of the wasteland.
There'd be pain in his future, no matter what he was feeling now.
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Copyright (c) Julie R. Neidlinger 7/30/2006 02:59:00 AM
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1 Comments:
And, for a moment just now, I forgot how to operate Blogger.
Forgot.
So tired.
So tired that I'm commenting to myself. On my own blog. Off topic.
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Julie, at
30/7/06 03:13
