~~~~Ummmm so yeah this is my first story i wish to upload, just starting out, constructive critisism is most welcomed seeing as i have to write one of these for english a "creative writing piece" so please help me in anyway you can~~~~
~~~~~~What to write here, ummm, its my interpretation of so far a wild west story, of a young fellow by the name of Logan Steele, and his struggle to survive with the "new government" on his back it is set throughout the lower parts of America, and Mexico, depending where abouts he is travelling at the time, it is set around the early 1900's to 1920's when cars are just coming into play and revolution is everywhere, so thats it for now, hope you like~~~~~~
~~~CHAPTER ONE~~~
It was silent. The figures of the shadows danced around me. I rose to my dust forsaken feet, scanning the land, i pull the flintcock rifle from its sheath upon my back, pulling it in close to my core, i pull the rusted trigger. The shot ringed through my ears as i put the weapon back, i pondered to my kill, a young buck. I wiped the sweat, dirt and god knows what from around my maw. Taking my hunting knife i then started to skin the animal, its once glossy eyes now dull and disappointed, finished. Finally.
I strode back over to my horse, a beautiful rich chestnut stallion, with two white socks upon his back legs, i broke him, and sold the bay mare i once had since i was a child, and she was getting old anyways. I only ever had enough time for one horse.
Grasping the horn of it with one hand and the gullet with the other i heaved myself onto the horses back whilst he stood there waiting for me. Gently kicking his ribs he trotted onwards back to the town, i knew it would be a long journey, but i needed the money.
