Drifter

( Based off of "Hell's comin' with Me" by Poor Man's Poison )

The town's folk children laugh at a small child being beat up. The "leader" of the children speaks up in a a demanding tone to the child on the ground.

"You ain't welcome 'round here anymore. You just might as well go."

The beat up child wiped the blood from his face as he stands to his feet, speaking with a glare at the "leader".

"I'll be back when you least expect it, and Hell's coming with me."

~ P R E S E N T ~

You, live in a town at the bottom of a hill in the bottom of the valley, a place with a preacher that uses black magic that you looked up to as your teacher. You walk along the dirt road through the bustling street of the town, enjoying the outdoors.

You accidentally run into foreigner trying to enter the local saloon, accidentally dropping your dime novel. You look up and see a man with a fierce gaze, dressed in a dusty poncho. He looks exactly like a drifter, even smells like one.

"You alright, miss?"

He speaks with a rough voice, a strong western accent hiding the cruel intent behind his visit.