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Go Alone. (Prologue)

Updated on October 9, 2012

My darkness becomes his light...

I saw the sweat racing down the side of the face, his lips quivering as he struggled to recite ancient prayers to assorted deities, hazel eyes darting back and forth from my face to the gun in my hands. His whole body shook nervously. His arms strained behind his back, desperately pulling against the leather binds holding his wrists together. I flexed my fingers, testing the trigger. This wasn't my first kill, and it wouldn't be my last... Not until my family was avenged.

I can still remember how it felt.
A knife to my throat, wrists and ankles bound, forced to watch as my family was executed...
The helplessness washed over me. My heart was shattered by the sounds of their screams, their pleas for help. I made eye contact with my wife one last time before I was knocked unconscious. Make no mistake. My body walked away, but make no mistake, I died that night.
I woke up alone, unbound, covered in the ash of my home... Of all that was left of my family. I woke up, a mere shell of the man I was before.
Gone was the boy who moved out west to dig for gold.
Gone was the boy who fell in love with a pretty farm girl.
Gone was the man who opened a store.
Gone was the man who had three children.
Gone was Adam Glover.
My hopes and dreams, passions and desires were gone. Replaced with a darkness, a cold emptiness, an endless thirst for revenge.
George, my beautiful Friesian nudged me until I stood. Using the little strength I had left, I lifted myself into the saddle and set out for town.
I sold the deed to my land and bought as many firearms as I could, and chased the sunset.
Hungry.
Hungry to find the men who burned my land, who executed my family.
The men who killed me.
Adam Glover was no more.
Now nothing remained,
But the Gunslinger.

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    • Randy Godwin profile image

      Randy Godwin 4 years ago from Southern Georgia

      Interesting.

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    • Ryan Daniel Smith profile image
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      Ryan Smith 4 years ago

      Thank you, trying to catch interest so I'll be motivated to keep writing

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      Randy Godwin 4 years ago from Southern Georgia

      If you like what you write you should already be motivated. If you can read your own work and actually enjoy it you are already ahead of the game.

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      Ryan Smith 4 years ago

      Very, VERY good point. Thank you very much

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      Randy Godwin 4 years ago from Southern Georgia

      Creative writing is a tough game here and you won't make much money at it, but I've learned a lot from the input of some good folks. A good place to experiment on one's style and voice. Good luck and welcome to HubPages.

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      Becky Katz 4 years ago from Hereford, AZ

      I found the real beginning. I am very interested. Keep writing.

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      Ryan Smith 4 years ago

      Will do!

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