Wanted Dead: A Western Quest: Goldie's 50¢
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Goodwin’s frame scrunched and shivered. He fell onto the dirt like a wrangled bull, his encased body still but unscattered like a soul ought to be. The dark apparition slithered back, oozing down his neck, freeing its hold off his chest, and scurrying down his legs to meld back with his tranquil shadow, its unholy presence drifting inside it as glinting ripples. Lyrebird’s fingers fumbled at the glass beads, floundering to latch it around her wrist.
In a swift moment, the silhouette whisked from Goodwin’s shadow into Lyrebird’s, grabbing at her bare feet. Thrown off, she tumbled on her backside, eyes aflame with shivering dread as the fiend began to inch higher. She pushed the bracelet again her hip, dragging it down her leg and into the shadow like it was a smoothing hot iron—it scorched like one too. The forced silence lifted akin to a clogged ear. Seemingly holding down a bewitching yawn, Lyrebird scratched a line in the dirt with the bracelet, banishing the apparition further back.
The leaden heavens clashed, shattering thunder rumbling and rolling throughout them both as they eclipsed the surface. For a breath’s time, a shroud of shadow spread over the plains. The moon shredded at the clouds, its aura scattering them like a dust devil heaving aside the plain’s sands. Exhaustion grabbed hold of you, and you felt your body go stiff, your shoulders slumping all on their own. A deep yawn you couldn’t silence pushes its way out. You took a step back, peering through the fog and mist at your own shadow, now tinged with the same eerie spell that had gripped Goodwin before.
