Our four lines of prose this week shall be based around: back in the saddle.
On the road to Kamloops today, see you fine folk when we return.
It had been years since he had rode that trail. He had told everyone he had retired, settled down with his new bride, found peace.
But that peace had been shattered in the night by a hail of bullets and now he was back on his horse, tracking down the men responsible.
And when he found them – and there could be no doubt that he would – they would pay for their transgression with their lives.