"This town....I really think it's like something out of the Bible." "What part of the Bible?" "The part right before God gets angry."

The wind stirred upon this cloudy night. Whispers of wind and perks of light from above. And than with out warning, the tall lithe figure stepped upon the ground. Gray eyes perked from below the sweeping brim of that large hat that sat upon his head. The Prince Albert Frock Coat given a few smacks here and there as if getting rid of imaginary dust.

How long had it been since he had been here" Years was it now"

Memories stirred upon the depths of his troubled mind. Even after all this time he still wasn't a hundred percent sure what he had become, turned into so long ago. Where had his son gone" What was his mother's name again? What was the names of the women he used to see" Rhydin was an odd place to call home. In time he learned to accept the things he couldn't change and the creatures that seemed to exist upon this unique world. Perhaps he was just that. A creature among the many here. Back again to fix a few wrongs perhaps? That odd sensation flowed through his veins again. Alive, but not himself. Perhaps his friend was right. When God gets angry he sends those angelic creatures to do the deeds so many cannot.

His hands moved to rest upon the twin Navy Colt revolvers tucked backwards into that red sash at his waist. A shift of that drooping mustache of his as his lips twitched slightly. Paden Ulyssess was around again. One of the light and one of the dark. Perhaps both sent to help thin that of the evil herd. It would be worse. At least he didn't burst into flames when that power surged through him.

Those western boots started into a light step down the cobbled street. With the wind's perk, a single white feather drifted along.