Prologue

The old man laid there quietly along a low ridge at the base of a rocky slope, back against a cracked oak stump. Wind from the valley whipped hair across his face. His dust covered clothes hid his cracked bones and soaked up the blood slowly running down his side. The man, in and out of consciousness, reflected on events from his past. On happy times and sad times. On a life of struggle. The loss of his true love, ravaged by a horrible affliction, eaten away as he could only watch but do nothing. He was proud of who he was, and had lived his life honorably. His only wish was that he could have done more. "I'm done for." Dusk approaches. A woman scrambles carefully up the rocks along the e...View all