DUST, FIRE AND CORN
💜My first ever baby fic that I post!💙
In the burning hot sun of some only Devil knows old town, the shadow of two men in horses appear. They are in all dark vests and have hard and nonchalant expressions on their faces. Their hats protect their eyes from the sunlight and make it easier to spot a figure slumbering in one of the few trees in this ungodly place.
Is the figure of a man. Behind the tree is his horse grazing peacefully. Nothing grows that good in these lands but you can have some grass, corn, rice and one or another vegetable. Some for the cattle and for the kids. The adults have to buy or commute the flour and other goods from other locations nearby, through not too long or too short travels, depending on what is needed. It is a small old town that works peacefully with some good old people with little soil to plant but is forgotten by most of the State. Who would want to be in a place that can give you nothing except for the sun, dust and the certainty of a death that no one will remember where is your grave to mourn? Getting closer, the men on horses get a better view of the man. The stranger hides his face from the light with his brownish hat on his face and rests his right leg on his left, balancing slightly. There’s the reflection of a rectangular spectacles at the tip of his nose. He is half laying down on some sacks of seeds below the tree and some kind of leather traveling bag rests at the side of his head. The man hardly recognises the presence of the men and the one with a total black coat and an even more black hat starts to speak. His somber presence is increased by his milky colored skin and beautiful silver white stallion that he is riding. -You don't look like you're from around here. - The man on the silver white horse asks. His perfect English almost betrays his possible real origins. -Well, you don’t either. - Said the man on the ground, mouthing a piece of grass playfully and eyeing the man on the silver horse with hawk’s eyes behind the sparkly glasses. He doesn’t even try to mask it. - To which may I have the pleasure, Sirrrre…? -Braginsky. Sheriff Braginsky. - The stiff man answers, cringing slightly at the extended drawl made by the stranger, obviously purposeful. - Missis Hattie not long ago reported to me that some strange man was wandering her lands since yesterday, so I and my Second Sheriff, Mister Sanders, came to check. So mister, may I have your name and the reason you’re here?
