|The air in the room was thick, the silence took over everything. The |
|black clad figure sat next to the bed looking over his best friend. His |
|clothes covered with dirt his hair in a mess and he hadn't shaved in |
|days. Every day he sat with his friend hoping he wouldn't lose another |
|person because of his past. He lost his wife and son for something he |
|didn't even know he done. He lost them to a crazed woman that was only |
|obessed with him. The sunlight that annouce once again another day of |
|pain and suffering for his friend shone through the window of the small |
|stuffie clinic. He raised his head to take a look but not daring to |
|leave his seat in fear of not being there when his friend woke up, if he|
|ever woke up. He replayed the gunfight through his mind trying to think|
|of things he could have done. Things that would have saved his friends |
|pain and suffering. But he kept coming up empty. He couldn't think of a |
|thing that could have been changed. He watched the slow moving motions |
|of his friends chest telling him that he was still with him. At times he|
|placed his hand on his chest to make sure, that was when he got the most|
|scared. He pour little bits of water down his throat ever so often. The|
|door opened to the clinic and in came walking the black healer, He had |
|been trying his best doing everything he knew to do but they all knew |
|their friend was leaving them behind to go to a better place. They all |
|knew they would meet him again in time but neither wanting to wait. The|
|black healer didn't have to say anything, he knew when to not speak to |
|the black clad figure sitting in the same chair he had been sitting in |
|for days. He left the room, leaving the two men alone with each other. |
|With tears in his eyes he walked out to the balcony that over looked the|
|small town of Four Corners. He ran his hand through his hair and kicked |
|the banister in anger, in anger of not being able to save his friend and|
|failing his other friends and the town. The black clad figure remained |
|in the chair and looked to his friend laying in the bed. He stared at |
|him for a moment not believeing that the young man in the bed was so |
|small. He knew he was young but he didn't realize just how young he was |
|until now seeing him lay so still. He put his head back in his hands |
|and said a silent prayer for his friend. He didn't pray much but when he|
|did it was for the ones he loved and the ones that meant alot to him. He|
|heard a noise coming from the bed and he jerked his head up to see the |
|blue eyes of his friend. There were no words spoken, there didn't have |
|to be. He saw the look in his friends eyes and knew he was losing him |
|then and there. He knew his friend was telling him it was time he went |
|home to his father in heaven. He placed his hand on his friends hand |
|and stared into his hollow eyes. All the life drained from those blue |
|eyes, the spirit, the soul, the look to keep on living was gone. He |
|watched as his friends eyes closed telling him he was gone. He held onto|
|his friends hand a moment longer. He knew he was ready to leave him and |
|his other friends. He knew he was okay with himself dieing. He also knew|
|his leader thought the most of him. The black clad leader stood up and|
|went to the window and blew out the small lamp that let out little |
|light. It was not needed any loner, the sun was out. The town was busy |
|with town folk doing their business. Life was going on around him |
|without knowing that his life was coming down around him. Five men |
|stood on the balcony when the door opened. They knew if the leader came |
|out of the room it meant the tracker was gone forever. But they all |
|knew that the father in heaven took him for a reason, they didn't know |
|what the reason was. But they knew the tracker was in a better place, no|
|more suffering, no more pain, no more running from bounty hunters. Now |
|he could rest in peace and wait for the day he would meet his friends |
|again. The six men walked down the stairs and toward the saloon, all in|
|silence. No words decribing how they were feeling. Words Left Unspoken |
|The End |
