Western Skies: Part 1

A plain canvas was lit from the morning sunshine. His chapped, cracked lips held a cigar. As he put his hat on, gunshots rang through the air. Outside were eight people on horseback. “C’mon, Let’s go.” With boots laced up, the man jumped to mount his steed.

It wasn’t a slow riding horse. Once it was wild , though, a trust was built between them. He prodded the horse with his spurs. “Rat-tat-ching.” The group of people lightninged toward Tucson, Arizona. They were on a north-west travel. Mike John was wondering if Tucson, Arizona would help him on his way to get where he wanted to be in his future life.

It was the 1800’s in the Louisiana State Purchase. The May sun was becoming more intense by mid-morning and it seemed every day it was strengthening. Outside was what many people knew best and who could stand being in a shanty all day. A few puffy clouds with form took on Mike’s internal projections. They all stopped to buy some jerky and nuts. “I can’t get along without my morning cup of joe.” And with that Chucky grabbed a small sack-full of coffee grinds. They were on a mission full of burning desire fulfilling their visions of their dreams in life.


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