Leaves glistened in the moonlight, as the wind howled in despair. I found myself alone, in the darkness, as I noticed a slim figure walking towards me. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, as the individual walking towards me appeared to be a stranger. As the silhouette came closer, I realized that it was my dear aunt. Her face beamed with excitement, and she grabbed me into a tight embrace. “I am moving on,” she informed me as the corners of her mouth pulled into a genuine smile. She then turned around and began to gracefully amble out of the hinterland, as her shadow disappeared within the ominous darkness. I became aware that I was merely in a dream that was only a product of my subconscious mind. I became lucid, as relief washed over
“I know what to do,” Emme said. After some inspection of the key and the pipes, she moved the key along the pipes and through the box. She took the key off the last pipes and unlocked the door on the wall.
After walking down the path for several minutes, the trees began to become desolate and sparse, and a chill came into the air. You pulled your cardigan tighter around your frame, and reached into your jeans pocket to grab your phone to use as torch. The light seemed to have faded from the sky, big dark clouds now looming overhead.
Casey had a hard time understanding what happened to all the evidence. “I don’t suppose the evidence is misplaced and is somewhere else in the building?”
He took the small locket from his pouch and opened it, revealing the same picture as the frame. “You don’t think that they could be nearby do you?” he asked, “I doubt that this locket could be that old.”
“Okay,” I said. “Remember to follow the Deadwood Detective Agency’s standard operating procedures. Nail down the timeline. Follow up on the leads and treat everything as evidence. If you see the
Good. I touch the icon and drag it. Oh, it’s following my finger’s movement. Alright, let’s see… I drag it to the slot that indicates my right hand. Immediately, the bokutõ shows up on my hand with a quick white light.
"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.