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It was beautiful after a storm. The colors of the world always seemed more vivid, more alive. Johnny took a deep breath. He loved the smell after a good spring rain. Earthy and strong. It was a good smell. Storms were wild and tempestuous, sometimes drenching in rain, sometimes destructive in wind. But the afterwards was a calm that settled the world.
Johnny smiled to himself at his thought. His life had been like the storms. Ol’ Johnny Madrid had been wild and dangerous but now ol’ Johnny Lancer was just a peaceful rancher. Just a man like any other, not a legend from a dime novel.
It had been fun riding the wind and swaggering across the Southwest as a younger man, a boy with a gun really. Yet, the calm that was Lancer was everything he never knew he wanted. Funny how this place and these people had gotten under his skin so quickly. And he liked it. He would have never thought that he would.
He had a father, a brother, a sister of sorts, and a place to belong. No sky bluer, no grass greener, and no where else he’d ever want to call home.
Yes, everything was more alive after the storms moved out. The storms inside a man and those outside in the elements. His storm had moved on, and he was glad of it, and he was left to enjoy the life the storms had left behind.
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