Hunt or Be Hunted
"Tomorrow's the day Valin..." Remarks a deep voice.
You turn your head to see a Tall, scruff man.
His arms are crossed, leaning against the empty tavern's wall. Dark brown eyes stare sternly at you. His black wide rimmed ten-gallon hat overlays long black hair. A dark, opened trench coat covers his body, exposing links of bullets wrapped around his shoulders. Two golden revolvers on both sides of his waist held snug within holsters. The man takes a puff from his cigar, blowing out a cloud of smoke which lightly blankets the room.
"Best not disappoint.." The man follows. He appears to be in his early 40s with a slightly aged face and light beard. His eyes sharp and focused.
You pull your eyes away and adjust yourself on the bar stool. Your head facing down to the oak wood finish.
"Yah... I know.." you reply
"You know what now?" The man asks in a direct confrontational manner.
"Yes sir, I understand" you correct yourself.
The man leans off the wall and walks towards you his spurred boots clanging with each step. he stops within a foot of you and leans down.
"Now I may be your father.. But Ive never babied you.. You are gonna to have to prove to me.. no.. to the family that you are ready for this... This isn't a game boy.. This is life... or death. You understand me?"
You turn towards your father, looking him directly in his eyes.
You turn your head to see a Tall, scruff man.
His arms are crossed, leaning against the empty tavern's wall. Dark brown eyes stare sternly at you. His black wide rimmed ten-gallon hat overlays long black hair. A dark, opened trench coat covers his body, exposing links of bullets wrapped around his shoulders. Two golden revolvers on both sides of his waist held snug within holsters. The man takes a puff from his cigar, blowing out a cloud of smoke which lightly blankets the room.
"Best not disappoint.." The man follows. He appears to be in his early 40s with a slightly aged face and light beard. His eyes sharp and focused.
You pull your eyes away and adjust yourself on the bar stool. Your head facing down to the oak wood finish.
"Yah... I know.." you reply
"You know what now?" The man asks in a direct confrontational manner.
"Yes sir, I understand" you correct yourself.
The man leans off the wall and walks towards you his spurred boots clanging with each step. he stops within a foot of you and leans down.
"Now I may be your father.. But Ive never babied you.. You are gonna to have to prove to me.. no.. to the family that you are ready for this... This isn't a game boy.. This is life... or death. You understand me?"
You turn towards your father, looking him directly in his eyes.