Alone in a filthy dark street was standing a man wearing a coat, a mask, strange sunglasses and a very weird cap that almost covered his head. He stood by a poster with his photo printed on it with “WANTED” as the subtitle. He was leaving the place when he heard a noise. They were cowboys following a young buy, not more than eleven. They shouted, “Get him! He is a psychic!” Those days the Mayor was against the psychic people as he thought they were a threat to the society. The man in coat sat on his mare, rode through the street and helped that young boy to escape. He also shot one of the cowboys. The second cowboy kept chasing him, but someone on the street shot him too.
He took the young boy to a filthy house. The boy who shot the second cowboy also followed them and reached the house. He looked at them and said, “What are we going to do now?” The coated man rudely said, “There is no we.”
“But I can help, I heard you’re fighting against the cruel sheriff. I really can help.”
“Why do you think I will trust the friend of sheriff the son of the mayor?”
“OK, first of all, I was the friend of the sheriff, She was cruel and mean, I left her company, I’m not even half of her age though, and my mom isn’t bad, she’s just not aware of the sheriff’s deeds. Anyways, I’m Johnny, nice to meet you.”
“Still not a good reason. I stand alone. I don’t trust humans”
Johnny said, “If you don’t trust humans then what are you? Supposed to be” The coated replied, “I am a monster more like you.”
Johnny said, “Well I am no monster, I am a human.”
The coated man quickly said, “What’s the difference?”
Johnny grew silent. The coated man rode away.
A few minutes later the coated man reached the police station. He had a cold fight with the sheriff. He lost the fight and was sent to prison. The sheriff started teasing, “Finally I got you. If you want to stay alive, show me your face and better tell me the names of your colleagues ‘cause I know all that you do cannot be done alone.” The coated man replied, “If lyou really think your threats will scare me, you’re wrong. I don’t fear death, In fact, I don’t fear anything. And I stand alone, I have no friends.” Soon it grew dark. The sheriff locked up everything and went home.
It was midnight when the lock opened and Johnny and the young boy showed up, “We’re here to help.” They both saved him and ran away. This was the headline of the next day’s newspaper. The Sheriff was furious.
“Thanks, both of you. Maybe working alone is useless, but, don’t ever think I’m your friend. I don’t make friends, we’re just partners. (Turning to Johnny) And maybe I was wrong about you too. I’m sorry. “It’s ok. What are you called though?” The man got uncomfortable but said “You can call me the fighter.”
REBEL AND INSECURITIES... maybe different or maybe same....
read this story of the fighter who fights against the cruel sheriff to free the town from her cruelty.
PUT ON YOUR SEAT BELTS THE JOURNEY HAS MANY HIGHS AND LOWS