Chapter 8
Kenspeckle traveled light weight. His heart carried lesser. He did not stop in towns long, quickly moving on town to town. He did not make relations. He did not take into memory where he went or where he was. All he could remember was he was walking acorss a dirt road when and horse heyyed and stalled right beside him. The doctor went spawrling to the ground and the horse galloped over him and the rider 'ahhed' racing down the intersecting roads leaving Kenspeckle to pick up his brandished half eaten apple soured now with mud.
He couldn't glare hautly at the vanishing horsemen too long. He had no where to go yet was anguished to get far away from this particular town for a oddful strong reason. He whipped the mud off the apple becoming transfixed at the skins glow and searched in his reflection for what he didn't understand why. He shrugged, no point staring at it, and bit into the other side. He swallowed the wrong way, choked, struggled and fell to the ground face crushed in the mud; the apple laid under his chin giving barely enough room for him to keep breathing.
