Guns n’ Graves – 4
April 23, 2010
Author: Jim Wisneski
Frequency: Once a week
The horse kept its distance from the hand. This told John that it could’t have been good news. The horse stopped a few feet from it and relaxed its body as if saying ‘get off and go find out’.
John stood next to the horse for a moment. He took two fingers and dug the tobacco out of his mouth. He threw it to the ground where it lie like a small pile of mud.
“I guess I should prepare, just in case,” he said.