Ties That Will Bind

Act 1
"They're gonna hang me... in the mornin'... fore' the night is done..."

A dry and shrivel voice calmly mused a quiet hymn as fireflies and sparks rained through the night sky. An immense flame had all but consumed what appeared to be a small home and threatened to cause further destruction in the woods beyond it's borders. The figure who spoke these words, wearing a large brown coat and sporting a brown colored cowboy hat seemed to pay the destruction no mind as he walked away from it and towards a particular couple that had fled from the wreckage just prior. A lit cigar in his mouth, the cloaked man grinned as he finished his hymn and aimed a fairly long colt revolver at the two of them. "They're gonna hang me in the mornin'... I'll never see the sun..."

He finished the hymn with a wry cackle that would echo into the night in unison with the wavering flames.