The young man of barely nineteen grimaced as he watched the body of his enemy drop into the crystal blue lake, his blood slowly turning the water a dark crimson. He looked down at the revolver with which he had done the deed.
Was it worth it?, he asked himself. He couldn't really tell you one way or the other. Six rounds he fired into that man; five in the chest and one through the head. Those six rounds were for the father he loved dearly, but never truly knew. Those six rounds were for a life that was unjustly taken. But at the same time those six rounds made him walk down a path his father had never wanted him on in the first place. He knew its dangers and it's heartache because his father had once walked that path himself.
The young man holstered his weapon and made his way back to his horse. It's all just a cycle. He laughed to himself. Whether he or his father wanted it, he was indeed becoming his father. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing because his father, despite his many flaws, was a good man at heart. With the few years his father had with him, he taught him how to be a man and the responsibility that went with it. But he also knew that his father lead a dark past and that in order to survive in this world that he lived in, he would have to tap into his father's legacy. For every promise that he kept and life that he preserved, he would have to break and take two more. If that duality will prove to be his salvation or his destruction, has yet to be seen. After all, it's all just a cycle…..