Thursday, October 15, 2009

Thirstday's excerpt

Fellow night travelers were cause for heart palpitations, suspicion. Horses were openly curious, but men… men were guarded, intentionally dark in shape and low of voice, each party cloaked in the nefarious.
Hushed pleasantries were exchanged, but with pistols drawn, concealed under coats.
And once they passed, he would rein the horse to a halt and cock an ear, ensuring that the hooves faded, becoming one with the music of the night world.