Mick Beacham

Outlaws and Pioneers Large Print Mick Beacham

The two men limped slowly down the hill. It was a craggly little hill. Large and small rocks with almost no vegetation. It was a harsh landscape. Southern Utah was like that. Rocks and more rocks for all the eye could see. For miles around it was an uninterrupted alien landscape. Rocks in the shape of arches, some the size of large houses looming like giant monuments to ancient gods. One man was leaning on the other as they made their way downhill. They were both tired and weak, but the one leaning was favoring a leg. Both of the menÕs faces were pinched in grimaces of pain, yet they had the look of patience as well. The patience of men that have overcome the worst of it and come out on the other side. They were too pained and tired to celebrate, but the hint of elation was in the corner of their eyes as they descended slowly.