alliances have been broken, the rider left me with a bottle of water but she shot my horse and just before she rode away on hers offered me a cigarette which i refused. her laughter faded as i watched her ride over the horizon. she was a low down piece of trash and her betrayal would be remembered, i would get my revenge.
yeah i could see it down the time line, a bullet in the head, swift retribution, she wouldn't even get a chance to mutter a last word or two, just a dim recognition that i was her killer. maybe i'll linger and watch the life force fade out from her eyes, they say revenge is a dish served best cold and i could be mr. freeze for her.
but right now i was stuck here, the classic noose around my neck and left standing on a wobbly cross under a tree scenario. both hands tied behind me, the red hot sun beating down on my back. vultures circling above, it's the death in the desert by the hand of a friend. this happens, they do this friends, they betray ya if the moneys good. we had a lot of money, a shit load, we could have parted company and lived the life, separately, never seeing one another again, but she wanted more.
always more. she wanted more love, more sex,more shoes, more cash, more homes, more shit everywhere. it was never enough, one more job she said. and now she was riding away with my share of the loot. well fuck it, i don't care to much for the cash but betrayal is a the ultimate offence and sister you are going to wish you had never been born when fate catches up with you.
the cross moves as i try to regain balance, it's precarious, chances are i'm gonna swing here. the suns fucking not even halfway across the sky, once it starts to dip down it's going to be blinding. if there's any chance of getting outta here i should do it now.
inner resources.
my old indian friend told me everything is within. i start searching.
it starts at the base and works it's way up, the energy flow, i can move it through the charkra system. i can feel it rising.
okay everything is falling into place, i regain a sense of balance, harmony. my breathing is under control, my heartbeat strong, my blood flows and the energy starts rising upwards through the charkra centres, upwards and upwards, suddenly it explodes out from my crown, i see the future, the karmic forces i see the fate reveal itself in vision.
she is riding into a small town, it's dark, the only light comes from a small bar where the sound of a piano escapes, she ties up her horse and walks in, it looks like any old place in the west except there's a priest working the bar, a crowd of people playing cards, another around the piano and some women just sitting around desperate men, jyeah like i said, just like any bar.
she strolls up and orders a bottle of whisky, the priest shakes his head.
'you got some problem with that preacher.'
'women should stay away from this stuff, lest they end up just like the men.'
'i ain't no woman and i ain't no man, i'm me now fix me my drink and shut your talking.'
the priest passes her a bottle and a glass.
she looks around, all eyes meet hers, a particularly nasty looking jailbird walks over, he has a missing tooth and a scar across his face. the alpha male in the pack.
he starts to speak but you kiss him fiercely on those lips. then you push him away, 'let me finish my drink boy.'
the man starts to grin, he nods and walks away to the pack all hooting and cheering and hive fiving.
you drink a shot and another. the preacher stands across the bar cleaning glasses. you look up and meet his gaze, a chill runs through you but you don't know why.
'what's a preacher doing serving drinks anyways?'
'mam, i am serving you your final drinks and here to listen to your final confession.'
you think you have misheard him, 'what did you say preacher?'
'would you like to confess your sin?'
'ha mr. we would be here all night long if i started confessing sins. just keep the drink coming and i'll be needing a room to.'
'no you won't be needing a room miss.'
'what did you say?'
'you won't be needing a room.'
she drinks another shot, one eye looks at the mirror, the other at the preacher, 'and what makes you say that?'
the preacher is fast, he already has his gun pointed at your head, she is frozen, but she does hear the words leave the preachers mouth, 'because through space and time, through the wheels of karma and intention, from the cross and the noose, vengeance is mine.'
the bullet enters her skull, she has just enough time for recognition and her face is frozen in horror. she hits the floor and a pool of blood spills out from the wound around bits of skull and flesh.
yeah that's how it plays out, i smile, the energy flowing through me comes to a gentle pulse, i see it all.
the sun is blinding, the cross begins to move, gravity does the rest.