Khendon Sevon
Apr 22nd, 2006, 10:53:31 PM
The wind ripped over great sand swaths of ruined land. Rippling curtains of stormy grains lifted to the mighty heavens and fell in torrents of deadly dust. Nature showed her rawest power as the storm tore rust from iron, sand blasted paint from buildings, and covered cars in deep dunes.
Sheriff Doninger lightly gripped the trigger of his Colt .44 caliber handgun and spun the revolving chambers idly with his free hand. Click, click, click, the fully loaded weapon sounded each movement with a solid tone of power. The Colt was American engineering at its best.
The storm hammered the side of the small law building and threatened malice. Doninger seemed to pay no heed to the brutal menace that pummeled the wooden siding. With legs up on his desk he leaned back in his simple chair and gave the cylinder a good spin while he reached over for his tumbler.
Whisky, simple and young, bit as it went down. The heat slid slow. “Ahh,” he let out between clenched teeth.
Sheriff Doninger lightly gripped the trigger of his Colt .44 caliber handgun and spun the revolving chambers idly with his free hand. Click, click, click, the fully loaded weapon sounded each movement with a solid tone of power. The Colt was American engineering at its best.
The storm hammered the side of the small law building and threatened malice. Doninger seemed to pay no heed to the brutal menace that pummeled the wooden siding. With legs up on his desk he leaned back in his simple chair and gave the cylinder a good spin while he reached over for his tumbler.
Whisky, simple and young, bit as it went down. The heat slid slow. “Ahh,” he let out between clenched teeth.