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For a few years there is a story in my head located in the old west. I wrote down a few notes, sentences or little descriptions. No real readable text to this moment. Only thing that is almost ready is the beginning, and this part only in my head. This post will be my first attempt to write down this specific scene I recreated with LEGO this afternoon. Pictures will follow at the end. I hope you enjoy it. (Please be kind of my grammar, english is only my second language). It was the second day in the woods. The landscape was changing slowly. More trees than plain white fields of snow. Richie was getting nervous. The hangman was waiting for him and there were only a few days left until they arrived their destination. Helena. The capital of Montana should be his dying place. It could be worse. The Marshall rode slowly through the deep snow. His horse was fighting its way through this unlikely environment making path for the second horse Richie was riding. It could have been so much better. He was almost in Canada as the Marshall found him and his companions. All three of them were mowed down by the bullets emerging from the lawmans Scofield revolver. They never had a chance. He was the lucky one. The one which should commit all crimes of the gang and die as a peaceful man. Damn, this shouldn't be his end. His head hurts and he got a bullet wound at his right leg. Some souvenirs he took from the Marshall. Nothing serious but it bleeded a lot and took almost a day to stop. It won't kill him, the gallows surely will. Both riders rode down the hill, the snow looses its depth. The rest of the journey will become alot easier. But there were other obstacles to overcome. The blood on Richies pants attracted alot of predators. The ravens were easy to defend, they don't even mind to come to close. But one other animal was more vicious. A grizzly was tracking the scent for a day. It smelled tasty and he could use a fresh meal in this hard winter. The hunger was driving him insane. He would eat anything he could get between his paws. He moved slowly through the trees, sniffing the scent. Then he heard something, some kind of animal moving through the snow. His movement got slower and he passed through two pines as he sees them. Two twoheaded animals making funny noises. This should be an easy meal. Main shot Alternative
