<a class="postlink" href="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m137/doodad64/wpap20063972ui.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Jacob "Jake" Bryant A.K.A The White Haired Reaper<br/><br/>18<br/><br/>Jake swung his leg wide as he approached the river. He chose to dismount in a small recess in the riverbank, out of sight of anyone who happened to be passing by. Patting his horse, he calmed it for a moment, straining his ears to listen to anything above the roar of the river, then led it to the water's edge to let it drink.<br/><br/>He also leaned down to fill his canteen and he replaced it into a saddlebag before sighing heavily and sitting down on a flat rock.<br/><br/>"Almost there, Kit." he said, patting the horse on the flank, "Almost there."<br/><br/>He pulled out his dual .45 pistols from the holsters on his thighs and unloading them into his jacket pocket, then pulled out a dirty rag to clean them, always remembering to leave one bullet in one of his revolvers at any time. The wide brimmed hat on his head tilted downward, casting a shadow across his face.