A drifter by the name of
Vegtm Gri-T'wane Gangs up his infamous heavy duty blaster and holster in his hut. He is a scoundrel from a long line of insidious acts, bounty hunting and murder for the right price. Gr is in his mid 50's early 60's and only wishes to retire from a long life of being on the run. The only thing he seeks is for retirement and relaxation, and not constantly looking over his shoulder at the sound of a blaster cocking.....
This is actually an older sci-fi / western story that I did about seven years ago but never did much with it. If you like Star Wars (in particular Han Solo styled scoundrels) or Westerns and if you would like to read more on this short story, check out the rest on my Yahoo Contributor page
And again, thanks SO much to everyone who clicks and checks out my writing so that I can keep on doing this
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