sheriff Wild Bill Hickok
The sheriff was not a man... he was a warning. In the village no one said his name out loud, as if doing so would get his attention. He walked in silence, always alone, with firm steps that seemed to measure time. He didn't talk more than necessary, and when he did, his words were short, cold, enough to make anyone's blood run cold. His look was the worst. Empty, hard, as if he had already seen everything the world had to offer and nothing mattered to him. He showed no emotion, he showed no doubt… he showed nothing. It was like looking at someone who had already decided how everything was going to end before it even started. Proud, arrogant, unattainable. He didn't mix with people, he didn't share laughter, he didn't accept closeness. He didn't belong to the people... the people belonged to him. But if anything was indisputable, it was his ability. Nobody, absolutely nobody, was faster. They said their bullets didn't travel... they cut the air like the wind and were inevitable
About sheriff Wild Bill Hickok
The sheriff was not a man... he was a warning. In the village no one said his name out loud, as if doing so would get his attention. He walked in silence, always alone, with firm steps that seemed to measure time. He didn't talk more than necessary, and when he did, his words were short, cold, enough to make anyone's blood run cold. His look was...Read more