"You? Wrote a poem?!" Ezra couldn't help himself and laughed mercilessly at Vin's face.
This was not the response that the younger man expected from his friend. Amusement, a little joke maybe, but not this cruel mocking. It was enough that he could not express his feelings
on his own.
Disappointed, Vin Tanner turned his back and stormed out of the saloon. Mindlessly mounting his horse. he rode to the edges of Four Corners
until he found a quite place to face his emotions.
Doomed, that's how he was feeling. He had this growing affection deep in his heart, this tenderness for someone who would
embarrass him in front of an entire crowded saloon. He never thought that Ezra would make fun of him.
He took a deep breath leaning his head
back
to look at the sky. It was so blue and clear, not quite like his eyes that now shone with sadness. A light wind passed by him and took with it loving words:
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"Hunting around mountains and deserts I was,
Lost in my own solitude.
Surrounded by cold and emptiness,
Following a survival's path.
To at least find hope and affection,
Friendship and trusting companion
In deep dreamed emerald eyes."
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Consigning to the wind and to the river his first poem, Vin decided that it would never be heard by
anyone on the face of the Earth. He got up, straightening his clothes, in a
gesture so like the gambler's, and went back to town, wishing he could forget that burning feeling inside of him.
The End
