Travis used to live in a one bedroom house on Barnhouse Mesa, right next to the brightly colored sign which proudly displayed the Name of Bullsnake. Now, he would be considered a nomad. Sleep had escaped Travis, who was tired and consumed by his once-flying pride. His home was now a two person tent in the lonesome and high country. The only supply of water came from the banks of the Whip River, where the Dog Willow grows. Travis knew he didn't fit. At this point, the only way to fit in was to become a citified low-life who ate plants and wore beanies on a hot day. Though Travis had no mailing address or permanent home, he still found letters in his tent. He had no family, friends, or anyone to turn to. The only people who could reach him was the IRS. The letters were enclosed in a bright yellow envelope and were only letters of foreclosure. Travis chuckled at the letters every time he received them. He thought to himself, "What are they going to foreclose on? A tent? I've got nothing to lose." Travis only chuckled when he was stressed, which happened to be all of the time nowadays. He knew exactly what they wanted: The land. If the government got their hands on it, fast-food places and shopping malls would replace the once-thriving wooden stables and animals. Travis had not seen his Australian cattle dog, Charley, in three days. He was okay with Charley being alone, due to the fact that Charley was accepted as a member of the herd with Travis' cattle. Charley and the cattle had a small red barn filled with hay to keep them safe. Travis wanted to see him, but there was only one issue: Travis' sense of direction had walked out when a skyscraper was built less than a mile from Bullsnake. As a way of getting to where he was going, Travis would rely on his inevitably bad luck and gut instinct. The only way of transportation was by walking on foot, since every horse Travis had was in a stable in a location which Travis had forgotten. Despite all of this, Travis went on his way with no food or water, wearing beaten up clothing in ninety degree heat without his tent.
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SWITCHBLADE TRAVIS
General FictionSWITCHBLADE TRAVIS is a western story where the world turns against the country lifestyle. A Cowboy gets too comfortable in his western life, causing problems for many people. DISCLAIMER: THIS IS FICTION.