Writing for the sake of it…
by Pappy October 30th, 2007, Posted in: Writing
Originally documented 12/19/2005
The early morning haze had yet to burn off in the awakening of the great red sun. From his perch on the back of the spooner the only things Markum could see through the mist were the dark and milky shapes of tree branches whipping past and reaching dangerously towards his head as the steed splashed forward through the marsh.
There were no signs of his pursuers, but he knew they were likely only minutes behind. If they failed they were likely to be punished harshly, so he held no delusions that they had given up. The Promontory Guard were certainly just as desparate to catch their quary as he was to escape.
Markum leaned forward in the saddle and urged the spooner haste. With some luck he could break the northern edge of Gooseneck Marsh and into the forests beyond before the sun finished off the last of the mists. If he were caught out in the semi-open marsh after that there might be no hope of an escape at all.
