Waylaid
A 100 word prologue to Everett Brooks and the Midnight Riders.
Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Epilogue
I could possibly be fading
Or have something more to gain
I could feel myself growing colder
I could feel myself under your fate
Into Dust, Mazzy Star
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He stood over her grave, the bodies of her killers strewn about, and blood trickling into his eyes.
Their first shot had grazed his forehead, then they ambushed her. They took him for dead, but he rose from the dust, unloading his pair of Army Colts with vengeful fury. The murderers fled in terror as half of them met their bloody demise.
He held her as she died. The end of their outlaw days had been so close. He buried his revolvers with her so she could keep part of him forever.
He kept her Remington for the same reason.
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It's a better intro to a love story than any harlequin romance in the last 40 years
"He kept her Remington for the same reason." Great last line!