STAKES AFTER SUNSET

The old west was the world of legends Gunslingers robbing banks, stagecoaches and including trains sometimes when the Calvary came to make amends there would be deadly gunfire until one or more perished throughout to set wounds. Cowboys on long cattle drives would wait out the military air forces for at least days if not months passing by death was on they're trail on the road to riches in search for glory not knowing what they would find. Pl us gold and silver rushes if you got lucky, one would even go as far to say that you were touched by the gods if you came across such fortune. As a sheriff in a old west town one would never know when trouble might arise deputy Pete rattlesnake Davis of nye country Nevada found this out the hard way in 1966 sheriff Pete Davis lost his life due to a situation fighting an ill-tempered proffessional gambler. He was wearing only a night shirt they say when the incident took place but when he arrived at the mining towns jewel house. The deputy found a man named Walter Mccarthy fighting with the owner of the establishment, Walter Drew his weapon on the unarmed man and fired five times according to witness accounts, even after being stuck, Pete was seen holding Walter down on the ground having hold of his hands in which the latter grasped a revolver the sheriff soon had eventually sircum to his gunshot wounds, the front page of the suns newspaper evening edition wrote of the lawman. Walter was later put on trail for Pete's slaying.

Back in the late fall of April in of 1914 months later after the astonishing world record holder for the wreckage of small jilted metropolis it was a bright and cold day out plus the clocks were striking 13 just on the outskirts between the lonely mountains of New Mexico.

the terror which would not even fathom to began a new dark age to end the plague so far as the human mind could correlate for that matter.

A year and a half right before the real horrors just had begun the vigilante would come to discover with time the strange properties of the town he was occupied in

The man in the grimy unclean desert boots was Nathaniel Scott. He was 32. His companion, Loretta known to most of the sorcerers around California Sonoma.

When he ultimately caught up to a dead professor whom notes flashed out from an accidental piecing together of separate things including an old newspaper item it appeared the vicious death of the elderly good man was a set up' the Detective thought to himself... maybe. y those who brainwash the populace to believe that the ills of society have been eliminated. survival of the fittest reign lifetimes it seemed of a hugely remote period when consciousness was manifested perhaps in shapes and forms long since withdrawn the tide of advancing humanity forms of such poetry and legend alone have caught a flying memory and called them gods, monsters, or even mythical begins of all sorts of kinds.Dinosaurs, UFO's Federal camels and giant husky ravaged groups of lone cannibals probably don't come to mind researching the mostly unexplored vast west much so as a mysterious dry hot dirt arid plain to the universe in some manner or so. But like era to past it has it's strange tales and the Wild West is no foreigner to the subject. One example of the amor'fati lifestyle. But by then the concept of flying saucers and government conspiracy theories were well entrenched in the American imagination. except Roswell wasn't the first ufo incident in us history turns out not by a long shot. Long before close encounters with off planet visitors offered relief from the tensions of the Cold War of sonoma, California reported an attempted abduction by three strange slender aliens in 1896. That year, they were much to heavy to kidnap said to be seven feet tall and very slim in form.

An old gas guzzling dirty beige 2004 recreation vehicle Barrels down a homeless ridden deserted landscape road. theres someone squalling in agony she lies in the backseat on a leather pullout couch she's been affected by a poisonous swarm of virulent hornet carriers blood trickles down from a gaping hole in her neck. A young man in a tan brown shabby overcoat and his scruffy scarf zephyr through the chilling breezes the sounding to his ears like a thousand tortured lost souls screaming an unease eternal off-putting almost terrifying sound. But of the storm which not had fully stoped but finally slacked although the hurricane pressure of the gale drafts.

A corrupted society ruined by the higher arc classes the reason for pain the reason for sadness the reason for life and death it embodies the collective will of the universe experiencing itself at some point in time was onrcehuman in skin if that even mattered dangerous place with the law enforcement often miles away criminals flourished and people were left to take matters into their own hands often resulting with horrible results. The end of time as we come to be entertwined with the sspirits never seen but felt vast existences everlasting detachment from any lifeforms gains peace for any goal no matter how little in a uncertain future. never the less a living creatures die alone but the smarter ones survival to live restless which would be the pursuit of death personified leading from love to friendship. How the external happiness never cures but only hurts the ego priding them often times exposing oneself to the unknown souls mutually test characteristics unfamiliar but from within the greatest technique fear the consequences of energy in motion, with the stars a tiny sparkle in the eye of the beholder only seems so far if the immagination is not relative to the body the physical form could not design the fear of abundance but to be present coping with thinking a head of a future which could change faith why worry you should love it. if not now then when.