The Hateful Eight: Cool Water

This post is part of the series Hateful Eight

Other posts in this series:

  1. The Hateful Eight: Big Iron
  2. The Hateful Eight: El Paso
  3. The Hateful Eight: Cool Water (Current)
  4. The Hateful Eight: Amarillo
  5. The Hateful Eight: The Lawman Reverend Brown

A new team has emerged…eight strangers, brought together under a single purpose – a purpose known only to them. Their stories are as varied as their methods. Those that don’t know them won’t like them, and those that do sometimes won’t know how to take them. They aren’t wrong, just different, but their pride won’t let them do things to make you think they are right. These are their tales…some of them…

The landscape was an unforgiving as the heat. A barren waste of nothing, sprawling endlessly in all directions. It has had been…days…without the taste water.

It had been too long since Old Dan, my horse, or I had licked our lips with anything but a burned out tongue – sandpaper on cracked skin. The dry air alone had burned our throats dry. Our souls cried for water. Just a drop, one single drop of cool, clear, water.

The night brought a coolness that was comforting but did nothing to assuage the thirst. Looking up at the stars, each of them a pool of water…

Mornings would bring a dreadful realization that another day of thirst was upon us. The task to keep moving a hand, toward water.

Death….dry bones…” came the whispers on the dry wind.

I dismounted, and walked next to Dan.

“Keep moving Dan,” I said, “Don’t listen to em, Dan. It’s a devil, spreading the burning sand with false water.”

I stumbled, and Dan nudged me onward. Rising to my feet, propped against Dan we kept going. Then I saw it…or did I?

“Can you see that big, green tree?”, I pointed.

I could see it. Water running free, just waiting for us. Cool. Clear. Water.

Cresting the ridge, there was no tree, no water. Only shadows. My feet could carry on no more, I fell to my knees and prayed, for water.

And way up there, he’ll hear my prayer, and show us where…there’s water. Cool. Clear. Water.

Death….dry bones…” came the whispers on the dry wind.

I rose to my feet, and walked, Dan at my side.

“Keep moving Dan,” I said, “Don’t listen to em, Dan. It’s a devil, spreading the burning sand with false water.”

Cool. Clear. Water.

The Hateful Eight are a Brettonian team inspired by classic western songs. Each player embodies the song they are named after, their backstory is the same as their namesake song.

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