The Stranger with Crimson Hair
The cart moved forward with a creak the wheels digging into the dirt road. The morning light was really beautiful it looked like liquid gold spreading across the sky. The cart jolted again the wood and iron making a lot of noise as it moved along the road. The morning light kept spreading, covering everything with a glow, the cart and the road and everything, around it the cart and the morning light they were really something to see.
