Snake Trails: Grey Eyes
His eyes were grey like only the sick fog of midnight could be. His left eye looked like coiled dead snake skin under the pupil. Nobody but The Man with Grey Eyes knew if that eye was dead. His snake skin eye made most caught in it's gaze to become nervous and falter. The sun was beating down now and the sand was reflecting back up the heat that makes deserts infamous. The Man With Grey Eyes walked through the desert with long steady strides. New light ran across his short cropped salt and pepper hair. His face was weather beaten and pockmarked. His hands were big and leathery. He seemed right at home in the desert where everything was toughened by the punishing sand and blistering sun.
The Man with Grey Eyes saw the cabin in the distance long before he expected to. It was well off the road that he had come in on but Hester had barely bothered with any kind of camoflage. He wasn't expecting company.
The cabin was covered with sand, but it stood out from the desert. It took Grey Eyes a moment to realize why he had noticed it from so far away. The shape of the sand gave the cabin away. A wound of structure with hard edges and straight lines in a sea of soft hills and flowing rough valleys. It sticks out like an ugly blossom in the desert sand. The Man With Grey Eyes checks his revolver to make sure it was loose in the holster. He begins walking forwards, taking long strides through the sand. The sand began to give away more easily here and was less packed. His grey eyes scanned the sand cautiously as he moved forward with no signs of caution in his stride.
His large steel toed boots stir sand from the dune he was walking along the side of. Sand began pouring over his boots until he was slowed to a walk. He hadn't planned on approaching much quicker but his hard face flickered for a moment in annoyance. Hester shouldn't be expecting him. If Grey Eyes knew his prey, Hester shouldn't be expecting anyone. He didn't have friends and didn't pine for human relationships. If he wasn't fond of the liqour he could probably go years without associating himself with civilization. He shouldn't be expecting anyone.
The Man With Grey Eyes got down on one knee and took in the area ahead. He looked for any thing out of place that could result in a trap or an ambush. There really wasn't a reason to expect these things but you couldn't not expect an ambush when you've walked into enough completely unawares. He'd been lucky before but luck runs out just like everything else.
When he got close enough to see the door of the small cabin hanging open he slowed his pace to almost a crawl and got as low to the ground as possible.
The Man with Grey Eyes saw the cabin in the distance long before he expected to. It was well off the road that he had come in on but Hester had barely bothered with any kind of camoflage. He wasn't expecting company.
The cabin was covered with sand, but it stood out from the desert. It took Grey Eyes a moment to realize why he had noticed it from so far away. The shape of the sand gave the cabin away. A wound of structure with hard edges and straight lines in a sea of soft hills and flowing rough valleys. It sticks out like an ugly blossom in the desert sand. The Man With Grey Eyes checks his revolver to make sure it was loose in the holster. He begins walking forwards, taking long strides through the sand. The sand began to give away more easily here and was less packed. His grey eyes scanned the sand cautiously as he moved forward with no signs of caution in his stride.
His large steel toed boots stir sand from the dune he was walking along the side of. Sand began pouring over his boots until he was slowed to a walk. He hadn't planned on approaching much quicker but his hard face flickered for a moment in annoyance. Hester shouldn't be expecting him. If Grey Eyes knew his prey, Hester shouldn't be expecting anyone. He didn't have friends and didn't pine for human relationships. If he wasn't fond of the liqour he could probably go years without associating himself with civilization. He shouldn't be expecting anyone.
The Man With Grey Eyes got down on one knee and took in the area ahead. He looked for any thing out of place that could result in a trap or an ambush. There really wasn't a reason to expect these things but you couldn't not expect an ambush when you've walked into enough completely unawares. He'd been lucky before but luck runs out just like everything else.
When he got close enough to see the door of the small cabin hanging open he slowed his pace to almost a crawl and got as low to the ground as possible.
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