The White Horse Pt-2: A Have Gun, Will Travel story. All rights belong to their creators. Story Paladin and his friend are on the trail of the White horse. Rated K+ for now.
Paladin, Mitchell, and four other troopers rode from Ocean City into Virginia. What they had found out on the trail was that two men had themselves a magnificent white horse and they were on their way back to Manassas.
Mitchell had not said too much on the journey. Paladin figured and rightly so that his old friend was worried about his career.
"These fellas don't seem to be covering their track too well." Paladin said.
Mitchell answered "And that's a good thing for us." As they reached the top of a hill, they all paused for a minute.
"This part of the world looks familiar." Mitchell said.
Paladin nodded. "That it does."
One of the men from the back called out, Boone was his name. "What is this place, Sir?"
Mitchell and Paladin both shook their heads. "They call this place Bull Run, Son." Paladin answered. "Major Mitchell and I were here before." Mitchell nodded grimly. "When it was not as peaceful as it is now."
Paladin and Mitchell both were taken back in time to that bloody day, the two armies facing off, the first time the Rebel yell echoed over a battlefield. In the distance they could even make out the legendary stone wall.
Then just as quick, they came back to the present. Mitchell gestured to the road and the men rode on.
As the sun set, they had reached a small tavern. While they waited for their drinks, the tavern talk got their attention. Two of the locals were talking loud.
One of the men said "I tell ya Pete; them two fools of Bristow brothers got them a real good one." The man called Pete gave his companion a look of scorn. "A good one? He snorted. "Why them Bristow brothers don't have the sense between them to catch a good dose of the clap!"
Paladin and Mitchell had just gotten two tall beers when Pete answered. "And I tell ya I seen it for myself. Big it was, they were hooking it up to their plow. It was a great big white horse, biggest horse I ever seen."
At the words white horse, Paladin turned round quickly. Mitchell heard the same words, but when he heard hooked up to a plow, the beer he had started to drink went down the wrong pipe and he started to choke on it.
The man called Pete asked "You ok, young fella?"
"Sure friend." Paladin answered. " He just found out some bad news." Turning his attention to the two men. "Now why don't you tell me about the Bristow brothers and the big white horse?"
To be continued: