Utterly Mad

Flynn was slumped against the ground, his eyes bloodshot and staring into the notes - little clues from the murderers - he'd managed to collect. Ever since the burning, he hadn't talked much, and his face was emotionless and empty. All that was on his mind was to avenge his Ma and Pa... Jesus... he didn't even get a chance to say goodbye...

Lowering his hat over his eyes, Flynn idly took a small piece of the food on the tray before going back to staring at the notes, the sharp blade of his knife sticking into the dirt next to him.