Story: Nameless One

The cold wind was howling from the north. It was bitterly lashing at the exposed flesh of his hands and face. I'd better get this over with and get out of this foul weather, he thought. He slowly walked up to his travelling companion. Looking into those eyes made him remember all the adventures they had shared. He quickly brushed those thoughts aside, as time was short. He needed to make camp before the hunters of the night began to stir. "I'm sorry it's come to this, old friend", Jake McClellen spoke as he raised his Peacemaker .44. He took aim and fired. As the smoked slowly cleared, Jake made sure his steed Sundance breathed no more.

Post Numero Uno

Yes, this is me...

I'm marking my territory. I'm staking my claim....to fame....perhaps. We'll let time take it's course and see if the journey, was indeed, more important than the destination.