Those We Leave Behind Part 1

Boots crunching on errant rocks upon a mountain pass, the sky bleeding a glorious, russet sunset above, a disheveled man stumbled his way towards a distant copse of pines. Behind him spread a seemingly endless prairie that had been his home for the entirety of his life, a life he must now leave behind, a home he could never see again. The name Campbell, his families name, would forever be soiled upon the plains now thanks to a short-fused reaction to an insult given. If only that cowpoke hadn’t pulled his gun. If only he hadn’t had a shot too many of whiskey much too strong. To dream was for naught however, and now the man, Joshua by name, was on the run.