A Man's quest

He stood in the saddle stretching his lean sinewy six foot six frame. His thick gray mustache covering him chewing lightly on his thin top lip thus allowing his fuller bottom lip to fully pout. His gray hair fanned over his broad shoulders as steel gray eyes sweep the country side as sharply as any eagles under tamed full brows. His hat was pulled low against the glare of the setting sun causing his buckskins to glow almost gold. He was not a man of means but he was a man on a mission. He was not arrogant but a man with exceptional self-control and assurance. He eased back into to
the saddle becoming a part of the copper-gold and black sunset.