An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw
A-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw.
Hammer sat on a handmade rocking chair, his right ankle resting on his left leg, he was dressed in just loose grey sweatpants. After a shower he had been too antsy to stay inside. He sang softly while playing his acoustic guitar, his voice a low, soothing baritone.
Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel.
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel.
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky.
For he saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry.
Yippie yi ooh
Yippie yi yay
Ghost riders in the sky.
A howl cut through the night, echoing off the mountains. Hammers fingers stilled, the song dying in his throat. It had been hours since Cecilia had left for their Pack meeting and he had no idea what was going to happen, hence his nerves and restless unease.
More howls followed, filling the mountains will sound. Hammer gripped the neck of his guitar tightly, his stomach in knots. He could have helped if she had let him go with them.
The howls continued, Hammer couldn't tell if they were further away or closer, the echo of the mountains bouncing the sounds around.
Hoping to distract himself, Hammer started playing again.
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, Worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, Going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrows
No tomorrow, No tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
These dreams in which i'm dying,
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad World, Mad World
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And they feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, Sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, No one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, Look right through me
And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
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Magic and Wolves: Book 1 of West Mountain
Romance"Alright Mr. Steinson you can pay Franny. Let us know if any problems come up." She opened the door and smiled past his ear, her fake customer service persona back. Hammer frowned, he wanted her to let her guard down with him and relax. He walked...
