THE ROCK CREEK
ADVENTUROUS TALES, PART 1
His strong hands gripped the colt revolver tight. His mind made up about what he has to do in order to bring peace to everyone. It began with the four soldiers. He had to kill them, and they had made it so easy for him to do so.
No one would find out what he'd done. He had covered his tracks very well. A long time ago he was taught the fine art of covering a person's own tracks by a good friend.
His over-anxiousness about the killings had left him slightly shaken when the job had been completed. He didn't want to stay long enough to plant the false evidence that would attach the wrong person to the brutal, senseless slayings. He'd stayed until the last soldier took his last breath.
He just wanted to ride far away from the small clearing sheltered with trees. The tormented fixed expressions on his victim's faces left him no doubt that they died in agony and with no dignity.
The blood! There was blood everywhere he turned! The red substance saturated the clothes of the men who lay bleeding to death on the ground. The ground was covered in blood. The tall grass looked as if it had been painted red! The tree trunks were spattered with spots from the soldiers clinging to them before slumping to the ground. He needed to get away from the horrible act that had been committed here. He felt as if he would drown in the red liquid if he didn't quickly get away!
It was simply inexperience at this sort of thing that made him want to run. He wasn't totally sure he was doing the right thing. But, his plan is already in action. There is no turning back now. He had to see every detail of his plan through till the end. When it's all over, and he has made them pay, then and only then will he stop.
