'How goes the hunt?'
'Not unprofitably,' I repied. 'Aquired some coin and a reasonable time piece last week.
'A lttle coin and a pocket watch?' he scoffed. 'Oh Captain! How the mighty are fallen!'
''Twas enough to pay for a few nights in an inn,' I replied.
I looked away from his horrid form. Concentrating on the beauty around me. It was a fine spring evening, the setting sun cast golden light through hedgerows where birds sang. yet my horse, normally so docile, stapmed its feet and snorted- mirroring my displeasure at the current company.
'You scrape existance from hand to mouth,' he continued.
'At least I have my health,' I said, with a guesture towards the sword at my belt. 'Which is more than can be said for you.'
With that he disappeared, as was his way.
How I hated him.
I returned to my vigal on the highway. He was correct. I had fallen, from an Officer in The Iron Duke's army to a Highwayman. A robber. I preyed on the rich and weak, living- enduring- by my sword and wit alone.
What else was a man to do when all be possesed had been taken from him?
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