My vision was a hazy red color. As I stumbled through an open plain, gasping with every step. I wondered what had just happened. One minute a peaceful ride to Blackwater. Me and my parents heading to sell their wears at the local general store, then, A gunshot...Blood, pain, sorrow, Pa falling off the wagon, reaching for my father's gun, pain in my hip and arm...I wanted to cry. As I walked, I suddenly came upon a wooden fence. I knew what I had to do. I put my good arm on the fence, and, with extreme effort, climbed over the waste-high fence. Luckily, I didn't fall.
"I just keep getting lucky tonight..." I thought. It was a wonder why I wasn't dead. Shot twice, once in the arm and once in the hip, why hadn't I bled out yet? Why wouldn't I just die? My pa always said that I was so stubborn that death wouldn't take me if I didn't want to go. I guess he was right.
After walking alittle further, a house came into view.
"Help me!" I cried hoarsely.
Suddenly, it was as if the earth beneath me disappeared. I dropped, hit the side of what I realized to be a hill, and blacked out.