Blackness
Blackness.
Pain.
Floating or falling?
"Lean?"
Someone... is calling me.
Who?
Somebody must be out there, but...
I can' t see a thing.
Lean blinked.
Agony.
She opened her mouth.
No sound.
What... happened?
No, what's happening?
Slowly, images were surfacing.
Two men.
One got bumped on the head.
Cold, dark brown eyes.
Dust.
Who? What?
With each word her heart beat faster.
And faster.
She started with pain.
"Lean!"
One whirl of colors. '
Her cheeks were burning from the tears.
She pressed her hands against her ears.
"S-Stop it! P – P – Please!
Leave me alone!
Just... leave me."
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Busted Gulch vol.2
AdventureA continuation of your favorite western posse. Find out what the BG Gang are up to now in this new selection. A @lyttlejoe creation. An Old West story (kinda) in Poetry and Prose. A unique story that not only is a fun read but continues in the com...
