Okay its not secret if you know me (I assume that most of you reading this do in some capacity since I'm as unknown as unknown gets) that I have always found guilty pleasure in the Western genre.
Well after watching a ton of old to modern Westerns and reading a bit of Robert B. Parker's westerns (ironically the same author who inspires my private investigator writings) I started dabbling in a short story Western with an admittedly "standard" plot (shoot me if I can't love a "classic" plot).
Anyway here's a little teaser of it in its rough as rough draft can possibly be form, I'd wait to post a more polished form of it but d**n it I'm excited about having finally written something for the first time since August.
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The rider spurred his horse southward away from town, hooves thundering across the dusty earth. Stealing frantic glances over his shoulder he found that the massive cloud kicked up by his horse was blocking his vision of what lay behind him. Sweat beading on his brow despite the cool air whipping around him, he spurred the horse harder to milk every bit of speed he could out of it. Better to kill the horse from exhaustion than to dawdle when he needed distance between him and town. Many amongst the townsfolk who witnessed his flight spoke of him fleeing like a man with the fear of God in him. They were right, he was and for good reason. I was behind him and the gap between us was closing fast.
