CloverGirl
It would be a beautiful centerpiece. Magnificent. Awe-inspiring. The perfect thing for the center of the table. It was the only thing required to make this night a complete success. It was needed. Yes, I needed this man's head on a silver platter. It would be a perfect centerpiece for my warriors and me to gaze at triumphantly as we feasted in celebration of our new-found freedom.
In the morning I pack my bags, get on my horse, and head down the trails.
I look up at the sky and wonder where I'll end up this time.
I do not know where all the trails lead.
But that is part of the reason I travel down each one.
I love the mystery.