I'm alone, I thought. My parents had just been killed by Dutch's gang. Man, I despise that murderer with all my heart. My eyes started turning red just thinking about him. Then, the fire pit in front of me became blurry and I realized I was starting to cry. "You can't cry Rick, come on, you're nineteen," I thought. The loneliness has consumed my whole life and I can't control myself at times. I lay my head down on the log, and slowly dozed to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up with an idea. I was tired of all the loneliness I've had to live with. I strolled over to the barn, which was about a mile away, and gazed with a smile as I saw the horses. ¨One of those would soon be mine.¨ I thought. I walked over to the manager, "I'll take the gray one" I handed him the money and hopped on the horse. "I'll call you Storm." I whispered, patting him on the neck. We galloped home in the breeze of the morning.
When I returned home with Storm, I realized I would need more food for the both of us. I decided to go hunting with him so we could bond a little more. I gathered my rifle and knife and hitched them on Storm. While adjusting my hat, I hopped on Storm, “Go Storm go!!” I screamed as we bolted through the forest and out through the plains. A deer was alone, grazing in the middle of the plain. Keeping my hands steady, I aimed and fired. The deer crumpled and we went to retrieve it.
As we rode out to the deer, I heard a scream. I couldn't tell if it was of laughter of fear. I looked over and saw a small village and immediately hated it. I recognized the man, the hatred that always was captured in his eyes. I saw those same eyes when he killed my parents. Dutch. The anger welled up inside me. I don't know what I was thinking. All I wanted to do was kill that man. "Go Storm go!" Storm sprinted towards the village.
We bursted through the small wooden fence. I saw that adversary right away and started to take aim. I felt my hat being torn off my head and realized I was being shot at. My finger was on the trigger when suddenly my horse fell out from under me. I tumbled forward on the ground. I thought for sure I was dead but then I saw my rifle on the ground next to me. Scrambling for the gun, I aimed it at Dutch's head. I fired. He crumpled to the ground.
I threw my hands in the air. I had won! But something didn't feel right. I turned around and saw Storm laying still on the ground. "Oh no. no no no no." I thought. "Not you. Please not you." I put my head on his body and sobbed. I can't take this. I can't be lonely again. I ran to the piece of rope that was hanging on the tree and brought it to the windmill. I tied the rope on the fan of the windmill and made a loop on the part dangling down. I slipped my head in the loop and brought my legs off the ground. I closed my eyes and everything went black