Here is another example of my writing:
The Stranger ©
The stranger blew in from the west on a hot desert breeze. Yellow dust billowed around his black stallion’s hooves, which gave the appearance that it walked on clouds. The stallion trotted slowly down Graverock’s main street toward the sheriff’s office at the end. The beast’s large hooves rang out like a plague cart’s bell with every step it took.
A short time before, the street was busy with people going about their business. The appearance of this one stranger had changed everything. His presence invoked fear into the decent town’s folk and they ran to their homes as though their lives depended on it. With haste, they locked their doors and bolted their shutters. For if this was who, the old medicine man spoke of, death had come calling.
The silent stranger stopped in front of the sheriff’s office and dismounted. His spirited stallion snorted and shook its head, flicking its long black mane into the air and baring its teeth, more like a wolf than a horse. The stranger stepped onto the timber footpath and patted the dust from his black clothes and wide brimmed hat.
Two long strides brought him to the sheriff’s door and a swift kick from his right boot shattered the door into a thousand pieces with an explosion that reverberated around the small town. Inside their locked houses, people dove for cover and clutched crucifixes to their chests. Even the non-believers prayed to God, for surely no one would survive this day unscathed.
The stranger in black stepped into the sheriff’s office and disappeared. For the longest time, all was silent. Then, a single gunshot broke the silence with a loud crack that sounded like the pearly gates themselves splitting in two. Then, silence again.
A long minute went by before the stranger walked out into the daylight again. He paused in the doorway to load a single bullet into his pearl handled revolver and then he holstered it. Slowly, he walked to his horse, taking the measured steps of a killer. Placing a boot in a stirrup, he mounted the black horse in a fluid motion and with a flick of the reins, the stallion turned and headed out of town toward the open desert.
A few brave individuals stole a glance through locked shutters as the man in black rode by. Afterward, none could remember his face … although, everyone knew his name.
