The Righteous Gun-Man

The full moon shined in all it's glory as an eerie calm took over the Earth, the grey-oak trees swayed to the wind; Amidst the corpses below tiny rats ran,
Nothing mattered to him who rested amidst the graves with his hat over his face and his hands folded; At a rusty corner of the Graveyard in the Ghost Town of Carbon County sat The Righteous Gun-Man.

Hospitality Overkill

[The protagonist in this story suffers from Hyper-esthesia, an over-increased response to the feeling of touch. Also, there are some elements of violence and blood involved in the story. So, if you feel uncomfortable reading anything here, please leave now.]

"FREE-FITS".

That was the name of the clothes store I had gone to. How I wish I shouldn't have done that ! But ... I had to. Maybe if you heard my side of the story, you would understand. This is just a recollection, so some of it might be what I have made up in my own head. But the truth still stands. If only you had felt what I felt, if only you knew what I knew. If only ....