ev-hutton
I saw all of them. In the dead of night, we passed by a myriad of them on the side of the road. They were trying to tell me something, that I knew. But Hell was at home. What dangers could be on the road?
My father road far into the sunset when he left us. It wasn't because he didn't love us. It was that he didn't love us enough to stay when gold was in them there hills. And he was so consumed by finding that shiny metal that would make his life better that he lost his own life in the process.