We've been through this waltz for three stanzas now, aren't you ready for a new song and dance?" the Grey Klansman asked, lifting the split chin of a very broken Keith. "Already…told you, Lynn…fishin'…by the bridge…nothin' else…" Keith gurgled through coughs ...
"I only accept trade, sorry," The trader replied from the driver's seat of his cow and goat drawn cart. "Have anything you're willing to part with? Scrap metal, weapons, books, actually clean water'd be great. I'm headed to the Alamo Graveyard after this, water's better than bullets...
Travis however, was wide awake and preparing for the new day. Slowly and methodically, he walked around his small shop, waiting for the sun to rise and welcome in his clientele, should any choose to risk attack by leaving home. With his crossbow loaded, Travis took a seat and stared out the glass...