I stand swaying in the boxcar as the freight pulls into the railyard.
It’s ten years since I left.
Two hitches in jail, one of them on an honest-to-God chain gang.
One near-marriage, which was almost worse than jail.
Nobody is going to recognize me.
I’m thirty pounds down in weight, my once-black hair shot with gray and matted with my beard into a greasy tangle that covers most of my shirt.
I feel the weight of a.38 revolver in one pocket of my ragged jeans, a mostly-drunk pint of whiskey in the other.
They won’t be expecting me, anyway.
Hmm – questions. Why did leave? why is he returning. A mysterious well written piece.
Sounds like trouble is coming to town. We told
Feeling the drama here! Great story, well written. I love that last line.
I hope he gets what he’s looking for, be it vengeance or a warm smile from a familiar face. Hard traveling on life’s path for this one. He needs rest one way or another.
Oh, this story has an ending yet to be written.
I have a feeling that he’s going to stir up trouble! A very intriguing tale