here comes another desert storm, h
sky is turning dark grey and sand like olive green. water will be pouring in a while, and it’s better for us to find some shelter.
some years ago, I saw a man riding in a desert storm just like this one to start. his horse was a old one, but he was running wild. I couldn’t say if he was running on the wind direction or opposite, because the air moved like a tornado near me when he passed by.
after some two minutes, seven people were riding, also in a wild speed, in the same direction the man that has just passed me by. seven people but eight horses. the lonely horse was riding free with some blood on his neck. i could see it was blood because of the reflection of the rain drawing in it.
but that lonely horse was ridding just following the other ones, and still had a riffle pending. someone was riding it before and had some kind of finale, i'm sure.
he was the last one trailing. he was black, shining black, like a piano. He look completely mad running to trail the other ones. he could't lost the pace of the other horses, but he look wounded.
i wanted to know what was that all about and i start riding in the same direction. when i arrived at the little village, i just ended up seeing the first man running (better trowing himself) into the sheriff house and the seven ones trailing him starting riding on circles around the sheriff house. they shouted something inside, that i couldn't ear, but they looked quite raged. they walked away riding fast, and i still remeber the scared look of the people from the village looking at them going.
the lonely horse, however, stood there. shinning his black color and drinking some water drops remaining from the rain.
he was finishing the storm
b, do you think I'm still shining?
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