The red-coat troop came marching.
The soldiers stood on a line. Another was loosening his ropes.
He would at least be granted the right to stand his ground and face his fate like a man.
The eight men aimed their weapons.
Logan took one last long breath and stared at the sky.
Eight weapons fired.
Eight bullets ripped through his heart.
Logan did not feel his body touch the ground. His consciousness had already faded into the void. He was no more… It was already over.