The Traveler

post world. All loved, gone.

His surprise turns to anger to where his hands ball into fists in dealing with the fact that the woman and mule are not participants in the ongoing parade. Crashing in is the power of emotional energy that has his first thought being that she speaks her mind. The second flowing over the first, is that the mule will take out many and thinking of stubborn love, also thinks the mule would rather die than be separated from her. Looking about and seeing no commotion of such activity, right then, the overhead moonlight dampens which is timed perfectly for him to slip away unnoticed.

The way back to the kid has him moving at a careful pace when pieces start to fall together that builds a picture of the woman still wanting revenge. Death of the man will not erase the memory and yet she has put him in that position. Hard is his stance as he slips ahead to what he has left to do.