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[b][color=black][u]Night
Outside what used to be the Crossroads Saloon; Warpath, Texas[/u][/color][hr][h3][color=black]ISSUE #15[/color]
[color=#f92a0e]GHOST RIDERS IN THE SKY[/color]
[color=black]FINALE[/color][/h3][/b][hr][/center]
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[color=#3d045e][b]”It’s okay. You can rest, now.”[/b][/color] The Spirit touched the boys face. Fire danced off of his fingertip. The boy smiled. The funeral pyre had begun.

“Thank you.”
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I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

What was my friend had arisen from the ruins of the saloon, approaching one Hunter who was just barely clinging to what remains of his undead life. As if in a blink of an eye the Hunter transformed into a man, a boy really. Greg, or what I think is Greg, brought the boy into his arms, and after exchanging some words fire began to spread from the skeletal man's finger tips, engulfing the Hunter - or what was the Hunter - in flames. He didn't scream. He just gave a smile as he went.

Greg really wasn't kidding when he said I'd be seeing some weird shit.

It was then that the exhaustion of the last few days and the shock of seeing these kind of things finally set in. I closed my eyes and collapsed to the ground, letting sleep overcome me.

[hr][center][b][color=black][u]Two Days Later; Morning
Leaving Warpath, Texas[/u][/color][/b][/center]
The day before had been spent fixing up the barricade around town after the stress that it had went under. Greg was perfectly fine, somehow, and... Even after explaining it I was still a little confused about the whole thing. It was a bit of a mind fuck, knowing that I was buddy buddy with a guy who had the literal embodiment of vengeance within him. But honestly, after I just fought hellspawn or something close to it, I shouldn't be too surprised.

Greg saw me off in my van. I said that once I was through traveling across the country, I'd swing back around and see about helping him out again on my way back to New York. For now, I had no real destination. It was just me, my van, the open road, and enough ordnance to supply a Goddamn army. And you know what? I wouldn't have it any other way.

[color=black][b]"Let's ride."[/b][/color]