The Riders on the Storm (August Colby, John Smith)
April 8th, 1879. South Texas, CSA
The day was dying, slowly but surely. A bitter wind whipped in from the coast, pushing dark purple thunderclouds west across the Texas plains. The light from the setting sun lit the bottoms of the dark clouds a brilliant orange. The smell of rain was heavy in the air.
A storm was coming. It would be here soon.
Not a good time to be lost. But such was the fate of two riders, who'd bumped into each other and decided that it was safer to ride in numbers. August Colby and John Smith rode against the wind, following a trail which had been helpfully marked "Blackthorn--4 miles". Neither of them had heard of a town called Blackthorn on this route, but then again Texas is vast, and it's easy to lose towns in it. that was assuming, of course, that the town was still active, and not one of the many ghost towns that appeared, prospered, then died.
Still, even a ghost town would provide shelter from the oncoming storm...
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