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The Future Is Calling Part II
Two Different Paths
The two men took the corner of the road. The road narrowed as the forest became darker. The branches connected together, blocking out the sun. Billy Jon took advantage of the situation by kicking Steven off of his horse.
"Ya!!" the man screamed, kicking at his tall black horse. "See ya at the finish line loser," Billy Jon said racing into the darkness.
Steven pulled himself from the ground and dusted himself off. He grabbed his hat angrily from the ground. "Looks like we're takin this one slow Biscuit," he said to his horse, patting it gently on it's long brown colored nose.
A Rocky Road
The thin branches of the forest reached out to the rider and his horse. Each long blackened fingernail scratched Steven's face as he continued down the dark hallway. The fallen leaves covered the forest floor like a cheap carpet in a poorly built home.
Steven was dropped to the wet leafy ground. He looked at his feet, revealing a black root that had grabbed his leg. The young man picked himself up from the ground and weakly stepped on the root.
"Rhodes has got to be in a lot of pain right bout now," Rankin said to his horse. The pair could hear the echoing of Billy-Jim's horses steps making it's way through the forest.
Suddenly the echos stopped. A loud shrill scream came from deep in the forest, and then nothing but silence. Steven and Biscuit looked at one another. "We gotta check it out," He said to his horse. The two returned to their trek through the woods.
A Tree, A Cougar, And A Man
Billy-Jon's horse kept pacing in front of a moss covered tree. The horse paused momentarily in front of the trees exposed roots pointing to the sky, and then continued pacing.
Steven saw the animal moving around in front of the obstacle. He had several choices to make, that were sitting in front of him. The fallen tree blocked the road in front of him. A clear pathway went to the left, and a path that has been less traveled went to his right.
"I guess we should help them out," Steven said to his horse as the pair approached the tree.
"Easy boy," Steven said to the black horse. "What's the matter?" He questioned, trying to calm nervous horse.
Razor looked at the tree and tapped his front hoof on the ground.
Steven peered over the tree to see a a group of trees growing from the hill side. Moans of pain came from the group of trees. "Is that were Billy-Jon went?" Steven asked the dark horse. The animal whinnied in agreement. "Okay I'll help him out," Steven petted the horses long black nose.
He walked slowly through the path, when a cougars roar filled the air.
"Go away!" Billy-Jon screamed, grabbing a small branch and throwing in the direction of the animal.
"I'm coming Billy-Jon, just hang on," Steven yelled. "I hope I can get there soon enough," Steven said under his breath. He grabbed his gun and searched the trees.
He saw the animal and aimed his gun. The sound of the gunshot caused several crows to fly in the air. "Did I miss?" He questioned, walking up to the tree holding Billy-Jon and the dangerous animal. A look of fear covered his face as he saw something that he had never seen in his entire life.