Kolton had served his king for as long as he could remember, the days of his youth were scattered with memories of loyalty. But what had that loyalty brought him, what had it brought his men now starving and hid away from the families and countryside they had swore to defend. That is if they had any family left at this point. This war had been going on since some of the men in this camp were nursing on their mothers tit. Kolton was past the point of giving up, but what would be left for him if he returned to his home?
Kolton opened the flap of his tent to glimpse at the camp, but the idea vanished as quickly as it had come. The cold struck right to the core, the snowy ice crystals cut deep against the exposed flesh on the mans face and hands and the wind made any attempt of shielding your eyes near impossible, the swirling vortex it caused here in the camp came at you from any and every direction. Kolton longed for the heavy eerie fog that had preceded this storm. He had planned to move the camp once this storm passed but now he didn’t know if they would even make it through. Supplies were short a week ago and he knew that starving the men down in this weather was not going to go over well.
2 Comments
You starting a novel? It’s very Cormac McCarthy. I’m liking it and the new site change. I’ve been away for awhile. Feels like I’m Rip Van Wink or something.
*no I still have the cowgal land as well just trying somthing new as well.
Where has this cowgal been hiding? You sure take your readers on a trip when you write this way; great descriptive writing and good imagery
…it feels like a bite out of a much bigger story…is there more to it???