Snippet #1760855

Rand

In the dusty distance, a rugged figure slowly-but-surely made its way closer to the town of Eagle Bend. His leather duster fluttered faintly in the cool breeze, his weather-beaten shoes crunching in the fine dirt rolling about beneath him. Cobalt blue eyes peered out from the shadowing hat drooped over his face. The small town in his sights seemed like a good place to spend a couple nights... take a load off after wandering about in the desert for a week. With any luck, the town would have a Saloon. Maybe some decent tasting whiskey and a quiet spot where he could play his guitar.

Leading on a thirsty-looking mule, laden with a meager collection of half-empty bags, Rand Brackett came to Eagle Bend.