Walking down a path deep in the woods the Highwayman of Brightwood carried both a huge sack of gold and a blood stained sword. Showing no emotion through his eyes he approached a road leading through the remains of what used to be a garden. Hearing the burned grass crunch underneath his boots annoyed him but it was not unbearable. Approaching the remains of a burned down house the Highwayman went around the back and stopped when he came to a pair of cellar doors. Getting out an iron key he stuck it into the lock and twisted the key before opening them. Slowly walking down the stairs that lead to a huge underground chamber he pushed open a door and on the other side a bright light reflected from the mountain of stolen gold he emptied out the sack on top of the pile. Leaving the room the Highwayman walked across to the other end of the chamber to another door he opened and inside on the walls and tables were hundreds of different pistols and rifles while the swords were lined up on a smiting table in the corner of the room. Putting his sword with the others and leaving resting his gun on an empty slot on the wall the Highwayman left the room he went to the centre of the chamber where he sat at a desk to rest. Closing his eyes he remembered a different time when the house above wasn't burnt down, a married couple lived and were trying for a family. He also remembered the day the man caught his wife in bed with another man; his rage was uncontrollable so he killed the other man but unable to kill his wife he tied her to the bed then set the house on fire.
"She got what she deserved," the Highwayman said to himself.
Opening a draw in his desk he took out a glass and a bottle of red wine to have a drink which would wash away the memories.