Justified
Blood Lines
The blackness that has surrounded me lessons, a distant sound slowly ebbing me back to consciousness. As I slowly and painfully come to disorientation keeping me completely still and the fact I've lost a lot of blood.
With escape not being an option either as I at last open my eyes to pitch blackness in what I can only ascertain to be an underground cell. As I slowly exhale feeling fresh blood coming from my left wrist and I'm handcuffed in, feet tied as well and to add insult to injury.
How I got here in not coming back either as I wince at the deep wound at my left temple, the coldness causing me to shiver and that part of me wishes I had stayed in that unconscious state.
My gut telling me I have been out for hours as it is with the sound, which had awoken me coming again, and its water dripping from far above onto this enclosed cell. As I now try to wrench free biting my lower lip and its to no avail.
The cuffs only tightening as I look around me becoming aware for the first time that I am not alone, a slight figure of a boy no more than eight or nine just visible in the darkness as my foot hits something else.
A dead something else as my vision clears enough to make out beside the boy a woman, her beauty visible even in the little light and that she is indeed beyond help dead by whoever's hand brought me here.
As my eye picks out the only other thing in here my hat and it sits uncharacteristically propped beside the boy as puzzlement takes hold. My gaze drifting back to the dead woman and she is somehow familiar to me.
My head gently falling back to my shoulder and even by Raylan Givens standards I've outdone myself this timeā¦.
TO BE CONTINUED
