The High Timber Ridge

My boots stepped from the radiator grill onto the painted sill. Wide country. Morning light poured over a potted succulent, casting long, sharp shadows across the timber. I took position behind the terra-cotta rim, hooking a claw around the brass clasp I recovered last night. Outside the glass, distant roofs stretched to the horizon, silent and still. I tested the window latch with a thumb. Cool brass, sealed tight against the breeze. A reliable outpost. From up here, nothing moves across this territory without catching my eye. #scarletrango #Evil #Rango