DARK WALKER OF THE PLAINS: THE RIDERS OF THE STORM BOOK ONE

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Chapter #6: Call Her Reign

Passing through town, there soon came to pass; a woman packing two black six-guns. All eyes were on her. all could tell she was no mere lass.....

Her hair was dark as shadow. Her eyes were green in the lightest of shades..... She looked down on Black Bart calmly the man's own eyes penetrated by her searing gaze, her beauty drawing the outlaw in to a deepened haze.....

Black Bart's head slowly cleared, the man gave with a snarl..... Bart moved for his holsters fast, the man intending to draw.....

The black-haired rider, the quickest draw Bart had ever seen..... Hammers drawn back, the revolvers steadily pointed..... The woman had sparks of thunder in her eyes, proving she could be twice as mean.....

Bart raised his hands, the outlaw wanting nothing more of her..... Her boots and her vest, and her short brimmed hat matched her hair; and she had golden veins running through each silver spur.....

Her steed, its hooves sounded as thunder; as the mount bucked and reared.....Bart now knew this woman was overmatch, on an observance of the woman's stance and grit drawing on the man's unspoken fears.....

Black Bart tipped his hat, from the town of Eerie; him and his men were prepared to make way..... The black-haired rider turned and rode silently from the outlaws, her words prompting the gang to stay....

"..... Bad tidings beyond the outskirts, and past the hallowed plains..... The dead, they will be fast upon us..... The smog, it carries their pestilence this way....."

Black Bart halted his men before him. Strange smog all that he can see..... Shadowed figures moved within the greyish black smoke, the outlaw by his own eyes; these events now unfolding he could not believe.....

The outlaw turned their mounts about, their steeds wrought by fright..... The smog had them quickly surrounded..... Darkness reigning in on the lacking of day's morning light.....

The sheriff looked down upon the outlaws, from the northeast tower way up high..... His words fallen on a silent abbot, the man of preaching; his words were nigh.....

"..... Too late...."

The outlaws fired on the dead wildly. Many a bold man now torn from their mounts screaming..... The rider climbed to the deck platform of the watchtower quickly, the thunder in her eyes now beaming.....

"..... Evacuate..... Trust not in your man-made methods..... Trust not in unanswered faith..... Leave this trouble to the riders..... This evil is a testing of our fates....."

The abbot and the sheriff fled fast down from the tower on high to the grounds below..... The rider now bellowed words, joined of three in carried assimilation; they were more than just hers alone.....

Her fingers sparked and crackled, and were as lightning before all that bear witness of her calling..... Pulling them free from tip to tip, the circuit of elemental charge unleashed..... Multiplied ten-fold, bolts of lightning now targeted; the heart of shadow's breach.....

The dead, they quickly fell in place; with each and every bolt as smite..... The breach it imploded beneath, the evil smog drawn away immediately from the night.....

Of the outlaws, now only two remain..... Both individuals- one man, one woman racked with pain..... Black Bart recovered his hat, and helped his number two up onto her feet..... The rider was now gone from sight, of her first challenge; what the amazing feat.....

The riders, they were now two; and yet there will come one more..... For of Rain and of Lightning, you need also wind and thunder; to be raising of storms.....



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