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.*