Nasty Ned Logan's Page

We are buried all over this land...those of us who fought our way across it...some buried by loved ones..some by friends...some just left to the elements our bones bleached by the scorching sun...we wait watching the sunsets...we lay feeling the rain pour down upon us...we watch for our day to return so we can again feel the breeze on our face as we ride.....

There are nights just meant for dreaming..when the darkness is thick like fog and the silence lends itself to hearing the past...my eyes close and I feel the ground shake as the buffalo run past me....I stand with my arms outstretched a smile on my face...it is good to dream again...so very good

Endless concrete covers the land I once rode...my tracks buried not to be followed again...a 10 story building now stands where the hangin tree once stood...it's told on a quiet night you can still hear the sound of the rope snap...gas stations replace the watering holes...nothing is as it was...my heart aches for the old days....where romance flowed like water....where a man's word meant more than a piece of paper...where you weren't told what was right because you already knew...where the… Continue

I sit and watch the free stone river passin by...my eyes keen to catch the rising of my prey...my ears listen for any change in the sound to alert me to his presence...the water swirls around the rocks bringing food to these wary trout...I catch glimpses of one as it rises to pick off a dragonfly...he submerges again to his secret spot and waits again for his chance to attack...my mind marks the spot where he'll rise again...I slip quietly into the flow of water below him some...my hands… Continue

my eyes gaze out over the barren landscape...

where many have traveled before me...

their voices still crying out exposing their heart aches...

loved ones buried and left along the trail....

graves long ago washed away by the elements...

their markers now dust blown by the winds...

yet still remembered by those who care...

this landscape holds on to dreams lost...

of love sought...

of fortunes forgotten thru time....

a land not so barren as I… Continue

The sun was starting to show it's light in the eastern sky...my horse Jack wasn't too far off as I rose onto my elbows..my old bones breakin the silence of the mornin...the steam rose off the earth where the cracks ran deep intop the earth...they showed me where I could find a warm mornin bath...my old bones needed some soakin ..seems with each passin day my body is harder to get movin..grabbing my winchester I walked towards the area where there was the most steam risin..Jack was eyeing my… Continue

I used to sit still for hours at a time....listening to the things the wind brought to me....the many sounds of the forest...and of the animals that lived there...sit there long enough and the wind brings to you the voices that are lost on them...voices that call out to be heard...voices that no one cares about anymore or have forgotten...voices from a time past...seems people are afraid to sit still and listen to the quietness that surrounds them...afraid of maybe what they will hear...afraid… Continue

The sun was setting and the wind was pickin up some. I spotted through the dust off in the distance an old abandoned cabin so I headed for it. I put old Jack in the battered barn for the night and made my way towards the broken front door. My pistol in hand I slowly made my way inside and found as I had expected...an empty room. There was still wood for a fire and I knew it was safe to make one for I was many days ride from the nearest living soul. I settled in as the fire crackled and threw… Continue

As I was sitting high on a ledge one day I saw angels swooping down ….I watched their wings silhouetted by the darkness of the clouds….Amazed I sat and watched as they soared high above me….they sparkled like diamonds as the sun broke through the clouds….my eyes now unable to focus upon them…Their movements now hidden from my tear filled eyes….I watched as the clouds parted again and wept as they left as quickly as they appeared…leaving me staring as I often do into an empty sky…..alone….

I stand among the rocks high above the desert floor...

The moon slowly rising over the distant mountains to the east...

The yellow glow from the moon's light illuminating each object it touches...

Shadows dance as I shiver from the cold wind...

I see no movement on the desert floor yet I know they are out there...

Each ghost has it's own past...

Each it's own demons...

I move slowly to my left not making any sudden movements...

Finding shelter in a cleft… Continue