Under the Western Skies
Beneath the sun o’ the West so bold, Where the plains stretch wide, an’ the nights are cold, There roams a boy with a heart so true, With eyes of fire and skies so blue.
His boots do clink on the dusty trail, Through windin’ canyons and wind’s harsh wail. With a steadfast gaze an’ a kindred grin, His spirit’s as free as the stormy wind.
By the campfire's glow, his laugh doth ring, A melody sweet that the coyotes sing. The world may be wild
Thanks Flip-Flop there is a lot going on as you say who is the Raven and what do they want? Most likely at the house was for the most part just miss management thanks to George the letter came to light, or it could have been found much later. He has strong men backing him up his lawyer Mr. Whitaker and Mr. Bagshaw. The pot starts to Boil in the next chapter!
Shadows of the Moon
Troubles on the horizon
After his bath, he drained the tub and dried himself with a large bath towel. He applied his favourite cologne, a manly scent that lingered in the air, evoking memories of strength and confidence. As he dressed for dinner in his tuxedo, he meticulously tied his shoes, ensuring every detail was perfect.
A knock on the door caught his attention. “Come in,” he said. The butler, George, stepped into the dimly lit study with