DustyA Chapter by JordanThe trigger was the word 'dusty.'An old
gunslinger wandered his usual path across the wastelands. He'd become well
acquainted with a few saloons over the long years. He'd made a few friends and
a few more enemies. After the Great War he'd set out to see the world.
His job
during the war was to fight to keep people free. He felt like he hadn't done a
good enough job so he vowed to keep people free wherever he went. Sure enough
just about everywhere he'd go, someone was trying to control the little people.
Whether it be by keeping food and water from them or just being plain nasty,
you could bet that if the gunslinger was in town it wouldn't be long before you
lived in peace.
The
gunslinger had become a real legend and tales of him spread faster than
wildfire. He was the hero of the wastelands and rightfully so. Until one
fateful day that would turn him from a hero into a ghost.
A man who
went by the name Devil-Eye Jones. you may have heard of him, had declared
himself king of a small town. The gunslinger worked hard to topple his rule,
using all the tactics he'd learned in the war and even took out most of his men
in a single night.
The
gunslinger thought he had won, but Devil-Eye Jones wasn't your average
wasteland outlaw. He had been in the Great War too. He and the last of his men
rounded up all the citizens of the town and yelled for the gunslinger to
surrender or they would kill them all.
The
gunslinger refused but was knocked out and when he came to, he was greeted by
the sight of a pile of corpses and failure. Since then he's just been a dusty
old wandering man. © 2015 JordanAuthor's Note
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