A Violent Winter. Scene Ten.

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Walter slowed.

A crowd of unfamiliar men surrounded his father’s bank. Clearly, Jefferson Little had won the battle.

He slid from his horse.

The nearby alley provided shelter as he crept toward the action. The young husky rubbed himself against his leg, searching for attention.

“Go on,” Walter whispered, attempting to send the dog on it’s way without success.

A mist of gently falling snow obstructed visibility but not enough to disguise the wagon parked in front of the bank. Figures scurried around it, obviously preparing to leave.

The dog was playful as he nibbled on Walter’s ankles.

“Go on, get!” Walter snapped as he pushed at the furball at his feet.

His eyes searched the gang of outlaws for the familiar form of Selena, hoping that he wouldn’t find it.

“Alright boys! Let’s get out of here!” One of the men shouted.

The gang ran to mount their horses.

It was time for action.

“Hold it!” Walter charged from the forest and fired his revolver into the air.

The men before him froze but only for a second.

A gunshot snapped through the cold winter air.

Walter’s hat was flung from his head as it absorbed the force of impact.

The gang was all firing at him now. A steel rain of bullets prompting Walter to run back toward the shelter he had so foolishly left.

The sight of Selena on a horse behind the leader of the outlaws caught his attention.

Even as he took in the sight of this betrayal, his body buckled.

Slamming into the ground.

Pain briefly flickered in his senses and then everything went black.

To be continued…

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