BLOOD MERIDIAN RP
The desert night had gone cold by the time Judge Holden found him. The fires of the gang burned low against the black horizon while the horses shifted nervously in the dark, smelling blood somewhere on the wind. A mile from camp, half buried in dust beside a dry arroyo, lay James Vane. He was facedown when the judge first saw him, one arm twisted beneath his body, coat soaked dark along the shoulder where a bullet had passed through clean. His horse was gone. The trail behind him suggested he had walked for some time before finally collapsing in the dirt. He looked young — too young for that country — with dark hair hanging over his face and a short beard caked with sand and sweat. Even unconscious, there was something strangely peaceful about him, as though exhaustion had dragged him somewhere deeper than sleep. The judge stood over the body without speaking. The enormous pale man carried no lantern, yet the moonlight caught his hairless skin and made him appear almost luminous agai
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The desert night had gone cold by the time Judge Holden found him. The fires of the gang burned low against the black horizon while the horses shifted nervously in the dark, smelling blood somewhere on the wind. A mile from camp, half buried in dust beside a dry arroyo, lay James Vane. He was facedown when the judge first saw him, one arm twist...Read more