SLUGGERNUT
a short story by me

Everytime I go home it's all, "we're being invaded grab your bow & arrow!" and then it's all bloody rivers and dead horses.

On the run.
Cowboys in a corner.
War Cry
Taking the river.
In his sites.
Not minding the gun fire.
The advantage.
No where to hide.
Broken wheel.
War dance.
About to be jumped.
Higher ground.
As the sun sets.
Dreaming...