​     Adam came upon four men sitting around a campfire. Each of them wore heavy fur coats. They said nothing as Adam passed. Good. Adam didn't feel like talking, either. He wanted to get to whatever it was he saw on the horizon.

     Then one of them grabbed Adam's leg.

     And, as he did, he reached into his winter coat.

​     He withdrew a revolver that looked like it only fired four huge bullets. Yeah, right. Adam took the guy's head off with one swipe of the sword he held.

​     The other three men went to rise to their feet. Only one actually made it.  Adam power punched one guy so he went right back to the ground. Adam reversed the grip on his sword so that he could drive it between two of another guy's ribs. He went to grab the guy's gun but didn't quite make it. He wasn't that adept with his new body yet.

​     BOOM!

​     The man who'd made it all the way to his feet fired his gun. The bullet caught Adam in his upper leg. 

     Fuck! Fuck, that hurt!

​     Adam fell, but as he did he tried to stab the guy. He nicked the guy's ear, but that was it. Adam snatched a gun up off the ground, but then...

     BOOM!

​     From the ground, the guy who Adam'd power punched fired off a shot. The bullet slammed into Adam's chest.

     It was the armor Adam wore that saved him that time. It was heavy enough to deflect the bullet. The force of the blast, though, sent Adam flying back eight feet. He fired the gun he himself held even as his butt hit the ground. The discharge got gunman number four in the heart. But then,

     BAM!

     Damn! The last man standing fired a shot that tore the top half of Adam's right ear off. Ow!

     Adam's turn.

​     BRACK!

​     Right through the guy's left eye. He dropped like a stone to the hard ground.

​     All dead now. Cool. Adam checked his ear. It had already stopped bleeding, and damned if Adam couldn't feel his ear regrowing even as he touched it. He checked his leg next. The bullet had gone right through. Adam walked six steps, and it was like the injury had never occurred.

     There were no clouds in the blue almost-white sky, yet still it moved, shifted, undulated somehow. He now had four guns jammed down the front of his pants. He especially liked the one with the four huge bullets. He kept his sword strapped to his hip. 

​     A village had formed around the campfire. He saw homes made of wood and stone. Billowing smoke rose from the chimneys of several of the houses. Adam watched a child chase a tumbleweed along a dusty road.

     For all that, Adam could still see his destination in the far distance.

     A standing person? Is that what it was?

     Whatever.

     Adam continued towards it. 

​END OF CHAPTER SIX​

HOME