Wrote a poem?!” Ezra couldn’t help himself but laughed mercilessly at
was not the response that the
younger man expected from his friend. Amusement, a little joke maybe, but not
this cruel mocking. It was enough that he could not express his feelings by his
Vin Tanner turned his back and stormed out the saloon. Mindlessly mounting his
horse he rode to the edges of Four Corners untill he found a quite place to
pound his emotions.
that’s how he was feeling. He had this growing affection deep in his heart,
this tenderness for someone who would embarass him in front of an entire crowded
saloon. He never thought that Ezra would make fun of him.
took a deep breath leaning back his head to look at the sky. It was so blue and
clear, not quite his eyes that now shone with sadness. A light wind passed by
him and took with it loving words:
around mountains and deserts I was,
in my own solitude.
by cold and emptiness,
a survival’s path.
at least find hope and affection,
and trusting companion
deep dreamed emerald eyes.”
to the wind and to the river his first poem Vin decided that it would never be
heard by no one in the face of the Earth. So he got up, straightening his
clothes, in a gesture so alike the gambler’s and went back to the town,
wishing he could forget that burning feeling inside of him.
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