Greed and Vengeance

The greed of some men knows no limits, nor does the vengeance of those wronged by it.   That night was pitch black. If there was a moon, it stayed well hidden behind the high clouds. Being so dark made it impossible for me to have even a small fire. The light from it could and might be seen for many miles on a night like this. That along with the smell of wood smoke would draw them right to me. I knew at least four men, maybe more, trailed me at this very time.
I knew not if they were lawmen or gun hands hired by Douglas. Either one would mean the end of me and justice for my brothers. I sat in a hollow place in a hillside. Sat because it wasn't big enough to stretch out my six foot frame in any direction. How did it come to this I wondered, but I knew the answer all too well. GREED!