nizzie12

“The devils gonna make me a free man” There was something oddly comforting about being alone, out in no-man's-land, cut off from society. At least it was to Delta, who for over four years had escaped the troubles that awaited him if he ever decided to return to a life among the common folk. Living out in his modest log cabin surrounded by trees and open land, Delta was content. Working as a hired hand for a ranch nearby wasn’t the most rewarding job, in fact, he hated it, but it paid and the guys at the ranch never questioned his past or pressed further into what he was doing all on his lonesome out in the woods. The worst Delta ever had to deal with these days were the harsh winters or bears who sometimes got too curious for their own good. It was otherwise very peaceful living, up until She showed up. The sky gods, if there were any, were not particularly pleased that night. It was a downpour of rain and had been since Delta woke that morning. Days like this brought no work