5/05/10
I killed my first man a few days ago, and it has had an unexpected effect on me. None. He was stealing food from us, and so deserved to die. I am sure he was hungry, or his family was hungry, or whatever, that food is our life, and so we must protect it. I backtracked from where I think he came from, but I am no tracker so must keep watch carefully against reprisals. I had traded an 8mm Mauser and 100 rounds for two horses, and so could ride 5-7 miles up the canyon and leave him on a hill about 200 yards across. I think I'll call it Boot Hill.
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5 years ago
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