So I was sitting here wondering what to write about, and I thought I had pretty much decided to write about Saskatchewan, but then I though it would be mildly interesting to write part of a story. So here goes..........
It was a cold night, the kind of cold that makes the breath catch in you throat and wonder why you ventured outside in the first place. The stars were in clear view, casting spots of light on the ground. He looked out through the vast expanse of land, his icy blue eyes scanning the snow covered ground. Suddenly he picked up footsteps. They headed north, with one of them slightly indented more than the other. 'He's slowing down,' said the man, pulling his ski mask over his face. He maded his way north, quickening his pace as he went on. He knew that he had to catch him, and if he didn't..........well, not catching him wasn't an option now. He passed quickly by a steel shed, no doubt used for the ranchers' many tools. He sped up, not trusting the look of the cold steel, so like the steely glare of his eyes. A snap halted his walk, and he turned to look back, catching a darting shadow. There was someone behind the shed.