Perdition

The gun-hand rode hard. Thunder of gunfire behind. Chasing faint dreams, seeking freedom.

The gun-hand rode hard. Thunder of hooves behind. Pursued by death, losing ground.

The gun-hand rode hard. Thunder of screaming behind- ears ringing, sounds of the dying.

The gun-hand rode hard. Thunder of gunfire still echoes- beyond the horizons, never ending.

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Writer. Retired Air Force Senior NCO & Intelligence Analyst. Combat veteran 🎖 I write Science Fiction, Horror, Westerns, and a bit about life & stuff.

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J. Lee Graves

J. Lee Graves

Writer. Retired Air Force Senior NCO & Intelligence Analyst. Combat veteran 🎖 I write Science Fiction, Horror, Westerns, and a bit about life & stuff.