Snippet #2345369

Westley stopped for a moment. Panting, he sat beneath a big oak tree on some farm in the middle of God-knows-where Montana. He'd been on the run for the past three days, barely stopping to rest. Westley Anderson hadn't seen the cops for the past 24 hours, but he had kept running just in case. Better safe than sorry, right? He wiped the sweat from his brow and looked up at the moon, saying a silent prayer to whatever divine being might or might not be out there. That's when he noticed the stars, which were a rare sight in the city. He decided to rest his eyes for a moment, but was careful not to fall asleep. After resting for a moment, he took his boot knife out and silently cleaned the dirt out from under his fingernails. His growled, breaking the kind silence of the night. He needed food and water, maybe shelter as well. He pulled off his practically soiled shirt and let the cool night air hit his chest. He needed to keep moving.

His eyes glanced around the farmland, his mind formulating the best way to go about things. That's when he noticed the small pond, which was a decent distance from the equally small farmhouse. They certainly made things small here. He walked quietly down to the water and got down on both knees, washing his face in the clear blue water. Silently, he looked into his reflection, which was now disturbed by small ripples going across the no longer smooth water. Then, he threw off his shoes and waded into the water, his pants clinging to his legs. The cool water helped wash the sweat off his body. Once he was completely submerged, he opened his mouth and took a big drank. He came up sputtering, having ingested a bit to much of the much needed substance.

After he had finished bathing, and drinking he got out of the cool water and dried off with his shirt. He hopped over a few horse fences and headed towards the brown barn on the property, doing his best not to startle any of the ranch animals. He liked the little farm and found it quite beautiful, it was to bad he couldn't stay. Running was the price he appeared to have to pay. Luckily, he could stay the night. He sagged into the barn and climbed the steep ladder into the hayloft. Spreading his shirt over some off the hay, he collapsed onto his makeshift cot and fell fast asleep.