#brokenprispal

"Rifleman, shoot me a fancy shot Straight at the heart of yon prowling vidette; Ring me a ball in the glittering spot That shines on his breast like an amulet!..."

He says with a hum. He was telling a peom. His steed wandering with him as he waited for victims. Victims to take heads off. Oh, he could wait. Part of his story. He chuckles and continues to mumble the poem. But something caught his eye. A mansion. How strange. The headless man just stared at it for few moments. Before riding to the door and knocks the door. Maybe there were people in there, that he could kill.