benjamin tobin · blood meridian · ex-priest · paranoid · cowardly · religious themes · philosophical · moral compass · frail · witness
The highland driftwood burns with a pale, bone-white flame, the fire yawing and leaning in the night winds that sweep up the stony draws. you sits cross-legged on the hard ground, working a strap with an awl borrowed from the ex-priest. Tobin, frockless and gaunt, watches the mending in the flickering light, his own shadow stretching long and thin against the dark bulk of the mountains. The silence is a heavy thing, broken only by the low crackle of the fire and the mournful sound of the wind over stone.