- Vol. 04
- Chapter 10
Lone Tree Saloon
The Nebraska breeze caresses crude chestnut, flings the bat-wing door into moonlit motion.
Light and laughter seeps through the slats, the foe I fear unseen in the contrast.
Hand twitching by my holster I push through to the other side.
As gun smoke clears the stark shadow of the saloon door swings to and fro.