Love And Gunsmoke

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic
The first chapter of the sequel to Through The Open Barrel.

Submitted: July 23, 2012

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Submitted: July 23, 2012





Chapter one-Reminiscing


It was ok for a while, it really was. Shawn took charge, Marshall was a great friend and we where all going on with our lives. Then shit hit the fan, Michael’s legacy was far from over.


 A little piece of advice, don’t expect roses and butterflies. That’s not how it’s going to be. In a life like ours people get hurt, old friends tear apart, and lives spiral. This is the story of how we came to be.


  It was raining on the day Micheal Folman was lowered down into the earth. Something about it seemed fitting. I never would have imagined that the strongest of us would be the first of us to die. No one ever expects to die when they do, except the old and guilty. Only Marshall, Shawn, Ramon and I came. From what I had been told, Marshall and Shawn had been the one’s who lowered him into his grave. I sat down on the ground knowing that Marshall must be dying right now. The only father he has ever had, and he was a mystery. Even Shawn was unaware of who he really was. I didn’t have to see to know that Shawn was going to say something, he always does when someone dies.


“If you’re here today, you knew Micheal, which means you also know he was no hero. He said so himself, he knew the life he lived….the life we live was and is a dangerous one. I’m not going to tell a sob story about how I knew him so well, or how he was like my brother, but he was our leader, and distant as he may have been, a father.” I could only imagine Shawn was looking at Marshall. He started to speak again, but I paid him no mind. Marshall was my number one priority right now. The field where we had buried him had become a marsh, and it almost felt like I should have been swimming as I walked over to him. I could only find him through the smell of stale whiskey and bad cologne. Something told me he was watching me as I made my way to him and my suspicions where confirmed when he decided to speak.


  “Sam, can you lie? Not physically, not mentally, but morally.” His voice was hoarse, and crackly. I could tell he was hung over. I don’t know why, but something about him was so scary. That statement was something straight out of Micheal’s mouth.


  “I have killed, I have stolen, I have committed arson, and I have never questioned my own morality.  I know that I’m a monster, the only thing I have ever found too wrong for me to do, is lie. It became very quiet, even the rain seemed to stop, and then he spoke.


  “Then why have you been living one?” The question blew me away, what the hell did he mean by that?


  “Marshall, What in god’s name are you talking about?” He was literally scaring me, these last few weeks I have known Marshall, he has never been deep, or brooding, or dark. It was his father’s funeral yes, but this was strange.


  “My father was not the person you think he was, the Illuminati are not for a noble cause, we are not the world’s dark knights. We are not friends of the people.” He spoke as if he had known about us for years.


  “Then what are we?” I knew he was probably drunk and ranting, but I needed to know what he was talking about.”


  “We are…” Then he made a coughing noise. I tried to ask if he was alright, but I couldn’t speak. Then the smell of blood, and finally I knew what was happening, we where under attack. Before I was able to run, I passed out.

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