Henry Lawson remained frozen beside the table.
The cabin had become so quiet that he could hear the ticking of the old clock hanging above the fireplace.
Another footstep echoed outside. Slow,measured and deliberate.The sound seemed louder and closer this time.
Henry's heart pounded against his ribs. For a moment, he simply stood there staring at the door.
His mind raced through every possibility,maybe it was nothing,maybe it was an animal or maybe it was a traveler who had gotten lost. But deep down, he knew better.
The visitor from two nights ago had proven one thing. The past had found him. And the past wasn't finished yet.
Slowly, Henry reached beneath the table and pulled out a small revolver.
His hands trembled slightly. Not because he was unfamiliar with fear. Because he was.
