He sat on his horse, looking from side to side,

Hands near the pistol ready to shoot far and wide.

The sun beat down on his chin,

He thought there was no way he could win.

He had lived in the town for years,

His stubborn mind rebelled, nobody would bring him to tears.

All he wanted was somewhere to call home,

now he’d be forced travel and roam.

The local towns folk showed no mercy,

where w...

The well had been in the village for hundreds

of years. The sacred amenity is the heartbeat of all living things. An underground river feeds the well, and legend has it of an ancient god who pledged to feed the well for eternity. Village elders hold council there every evening after sunset.

The sun was at its highest point, beating down on the desert rooftops. The sound of dogs barking broke the ...