The sun disappeared behind the hills of the Mojave Desert. It seemed to become a night like all the others.
But many animals didn't sleep. There were on the hunt, or were just walking around, like now.
An old rodent of middle age went between the flat rocks and was busy to count the money.
He chuckled. "The gamble paid off."
Grinning, he closed the bag. "I love my job."
He stopped when he reached an old wooden signpost:
"Dirt (Mud) – This way."
The rodent lifted his head. "Oh, Dirt. There lives an old friend of mine. Maybe it would be not a bad idea to pay him a little visit."
With these thoughts he turned to the right and didn't realize the two waylaying eyes, which watched him a few meters away. In this second, his fate was sealed, that he would never reach the town.
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Blood Rage
FanfictionA killer frightens the town Dirt. His victims are always outlaws. But his kill methods are horrible. He let them bleed to death. Or did he suck them out? Can Rango put an end to that chain of murders? - (It's without supernatural elements! All anima...
