Red
‘There weren’t always dragons in the valley.’
Red said nothing. The silence sat unsated. Weighed down by the hot noonday air. Restlessly watching the two opposing figures of the horsemen. The stranger was right. It was high summer, and Red could see the last hint of green had long been scorched away in all directions by the tyrannical sun overhead. His horse shuffled at the dirt nervously. So did the horse of the stranger. Dragons didn’t belong in these parts. But the big city keeps getting bigger. Pushing the ranchers out further out into the dust. And the ranchers they push the wildcats, the bears and the – Thwack!
