In Time: The Man in Black
The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed. If she squinted just so, she could still make out the black speck on the horizon. She urged her horse on, loosened the reins to let him run, and kept her eyes ahead. A storm brewed behind her and she knew that the man in black would disappear in it. She had to get to him first. Her future depended on it.
A shower of dust revealed she was gaining on him. She glanced behind her quickly to check the proximity of the storm. Pleased that it was still far enough away, she squeezed her thighs to her horse’s middle, never losing hold of the pistol in her hand. He took off, stretching his legs as wide as they would go before bringing them together in full gallop, unmindful of the sweat that slicked his brunette coat or the foam that decorated his white lips, though Viola took stock of it. He would need a long rest and gentle brushing for his service, and she intended to give it to him once she caught the man in black. She had to capture the magnet in his possession, the magnet that would allow her to manipulate time and take it all back– back to the woods with Cage. This time she would accept his proposal instead of running away. That was what caused it all to change and she had to change it back.
The man in black was the key. Implicated in the shooting of the Time Keeper, he snagged her pendant and stole Clockworks magnet. Now they were stuck in Clockworks, with the storm of the century brewing. The black speck on the horizon grew larger as her horse covered the distance smoothly. Within in minutes she could make out his figure. She smiled savagely and took aim. She allowed for the rhythm of the horse’s cadence before she fired.
Bang! Steam hissed from the back of the pistol. Viola watched as the man ahead of her moved. She knew her shot rang true when he slumped over. His horse slowed and stopped and she easily caught up. With her pistol aimed at the man in black’s head, she got off her horse and stepped closer to him, her trembling finger on the trigger. Silently, she let her eyes roam over the man in front of her. He seemed too slender to be Father Lee. She stepped closer, using the tip of her pistol to raise his hat up while remaining out of arms reach. She gasped when she saw his face.
It was Roderick.
This piece is prompted by Sinistral Scribblings Master Class. This week, we are using the first line from Stephen King’s The Gunslinger. It fit with my Steampunk serial “In Time” so I let Viola take over from Brennan and Sienna for a moment. At this rate, I’m not going to win NaNo anyway, but I’m okay with that. I have a great story going, and I’m excited to see how it all turns out.
This post is also linked up to 3 Word Wednesday. The words this week are: cause, implicate, and stretch.
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