#WritcoPoemChallenge

Into the flames rising out of a setting sun,
I draw in a deep breath before I run...

The day was already hitting hot on my face. The sweltering heat can't stop me. Without my horse, I have to make double the time I had in the past. Not only that, but the sherif is out for my head. Wanted posters are hung everywhere. Hopefully if I can get far enough, I'll escape and be able to pull...