As the night began to grow darker, the only light we had was from the paleness of the moon. Which gave off a feeling of both anticipation and fear for what lurked in the darkness. With the events that had unfolded before us, it took a toll and was making me feel as if I was going to fall asleep at any moment. Alla, see’s this and offers to take over. I oblige and hand her the reins and in a clumsy fashion, I make my way to the bed of the wagon. Just as I get comfortable I can hear Alla telling the Preacher that I was taking a nap. He made some comment of saying that I’ve earned it which I will agree with him on that one. Just as I begin to close my eye’s I hear him shout out a God bless you and goodnight. I, of course, being the nice guy that I am returned the gesture and as I smiled, I began to drift ever so much closer to sleep. Suddenly, I felt as if the movement of the wagon no longer existed. Everything felt numb and soon I was surrounded by nothing but silence. I don’t know for how long I was out for, but all I know it was much needed. Feelings of uncertainty filled my head and made my stomach feels as if I was going to be sick. The memories of what I’ve done came flooding back to me and soon I awoke to the sounds of screams. The smell of gun powder filled my lungs and suddenly I awoke. Everything was quiet and the wagon stood motionless, the faint rays of the sun protruded from the skies above, and here I was alone. Without a moment to spare, I reached for my rifle and held my breath. The feeling of dread took shape and for an instance, I didn’t know if I was going to live or die. Slowly, I inched my way towards the end of the wagon and peered my head out and found that I was alone. Not liking this one bit, I slowly got out of the wagon and held my rifle for dear life. I scanned the area and shout out for anyone’s attention. From the corner of my eye, I saw the Preachers wagon. Not thinking anything about it I walked over and took a look inside. Hoping not to find the Preacher in a position of great embarrassment, not only for himself but for my own sake. To my shock, there was nothing at all. Not a single soul to be found. Now I was alone, off the beaten path and with no idea where to go. This wasn’t going to stop me for a moment. But I couldn’t just hitch up and leave. What if they were out there somewhere gathering wood or hunting? My best choice of action was to just sit tight and wait for a bit. The most they could’ve done was leave some coffee or breakfast. But I guess that’ll have to come later. So I waited, I paced around back and forth within the silence. Not even a bird could be heard and I began to wonder just what was going on. At this point, my mind was already coming up with conclusions and all I could do is wait and see if the paranoia was correct or not. Suddenly, the sound of a twig snapping in the woods cut through the silence like a knife through butter. “Who’s there?” I shouted. Behind me, the sound of another twig snapped and quickly I responded with turning around like a child on a rope swing. My heart began racing like a Rabbit hiding from a Hawk. “Who’s there?” I shouted again but with no response yet again. Raising my rifle to a target I couldn’t see. My paranoia was reaching the heights of a water tower. Again the sound of a twig snapping behind me made my knees weak and my stomach churn. I knew I wasn’t alone anymore and this may be just my last few moments on this God-forsaken path. I turned around and came face to face with a man I’ve never seen before. He stood before me wearing clean black pants, the type you’d find on a Church goer. His shirt was bright white and blank suspenders made him look distinct. His shoes were freshly shined and made from the finest leather in the state. With clean cut hair and a face freshly shaved he placed his hands behind his back. The expression on his face was one of intrigue and yet a concern.