?Pappa??
The voice was sweet, delicate like a flower. It belonged to a waif of a girl with wisps of blonde hair. She was small, so very small, and Glenn was sure that if he touched her, she would break. She sat on the floor of a dusty old shack of a home. They were somewhere out in the desert, he knew. Madison was with him. She was supposed to be, anyways, but when he looked around she was nowhere in sight.
The girl wasn?t looking at him. She was looking at the body of a man lying flat on his back. It held the stiffness of death, his skin was pale and dry. He was settling well into rot and beginning to stink up the place. His eyes were open and they were staring up at Glenn with an intensity he didn?t remember seeing in person. He was dead, Glenn remembered, and that was it. But this man?s gaze held with it the weight of judgment. He was being measured, sized up, and knew that the man found him wanting. He was not suited to take this girl on as his ward and see to her.
He knew then, he knows now. And that is why he let her down. Because he was not suited to raising a child in any capacity.
?You?re a coward,? the dead man said.
?I know,? Glenn replied. ?I know.?
?You?re a wretched man.?
?I am.?
?You?re a monster.?
?Yes.?
?Pappa??
The girl?s voice stole Glenn?s attention from the dead man. He looked at her and felt the weight of world bearing down on his shoulders. His throat felt tight and dry, and something cold and dark was slowly crushing his heart.
?Your Pappa?s dead, Maida.?
?He was just talking.?
?Sometimes the dead have more to say before they can move on.?
?Who are you??
?No one.?
?You are not no one,? said the dead man.
?Who am I, then??
?You are your father?s son, Glenn Douglas. The last of a long line of bad, bad men.?
?Did you know my father??
?As well as anyone can know the west.?
?Hmm.?
?What happens to her??
?She dies. You?ve seen it. Madison told you.?
?But,? another voice said. Glenn turned and saw his brother, Brandon, standing in the corner of the shack. That?s how he knew this was a dream. Brandon had been killed already. ?You and I both know, little brother, that death is a fickle thing in the end.?
?So she?s not dead.?
?She is.?
?Are you saying she can come back??
?Not like you, not like me.?
?Well that?s just fucking great.?
The voice was sweet, delicate like a flower. It belonged to a waif of a girl with wisps of blonde hair. She was small, so very small, and Glenn was sure that if he touched her, she would break. She sat on the floor of a dusty old shack of a home. They were somewhere out in the desert, he knew. Madison was with him. She was supposed to be, anyways, but when he looked around she was nowhere in sight.
The girl wasn?t looking at him. She was looking at the body of a man lying flat on his back. It held the stiffness of death, his skin was pale and dry. He was settling well into rot and beginning to stink up the place. His eyes were open and they were staring up at Glenn with an intensity he didn?t remember seeing in person. He was dead, Glenn remembered, and that was it. But this man?s gaze held with it the weight of judgment. He was being measured, sized up, and knew that the man found him wanting. He was not suited to take this girl on as his ward and see to her.
He knew then, he knows now. And that is why he let her down. Because he was not suited to raising a child in any capacity.
?You?re a coward,? the dead man said.
?I know,? Glenn replied. ?I know.?
?You?re a wretched man.?
?I am.?
?You?re a monster.?
?Yes.?
?Pappa??
The girl?s voice stole Glenn?s attention from the dead man. He looked at her and felt the weight of world bearing down on his shoulders. His throat felt tight and dry, and something cold and dark was slowly crushing his heart.
?Your Pappa?s dead, Maida.?
?He was just talking.?
?Sometimes the dead have more to say before they can move on.?
?Who are you??
?No one.?
?You are not no one,? said the dead man.
?Who am I, then??
?You are your father?s son, Glenn Douglas. The last of a long line of bad, bad men.?
?Did you know my father??
?As well as anyone can know the west.?
?Hmm.?
?What happens to her??
?She dies. You?ve seen it. Madison told you.?
?But,? another voice said. Glenn turned and saw his brother, Brandon, standing in the corner of the shack. That?s how he knew this was a dream. Brandon had been killed already. ?You and I both know, little brother, that death is a fickle thing in the end.?
?So she?s not dead.?
?She is.?
?Are you saying she can come back??
?Not like you, not like me.?
?Well that?s just fucking great.?