uhh.......... yeah. cowboys.... h...
anyway:
THE SUN WAS HIGH IN THE SKY, BURNING THE BACKS OF THOSE UNDERNEATH it's unforgiving gaze. Joey Sanchez was out of breath. He knelt over, hands on his knees, panting. Beads of sweat rolling down his cheek, he struggled to regain his posture. Running in this weather, he knew he wouldn't make it far, but he had to try, anyway. He had lost his horse in his attempt to evade the one problem that never stopped hounding him.
The sweet silence that Joey relished was soon disrupted by the sound of hooves. And of course, when Joey turned to meet the elegant gaze of a bronze steed, he also met the gaze of the one who rode on the proud animal. The problem, had the upper hand, it was obvious, but at this point, Joey really considered giving up.
"Ingvar, or should I say, Simon Hallister?"
You could feel the impatience slowly build from Ingvar. "Joey Sanchez." He replied coolly.








