A Flower In The Frontier

Inktober 2016 Day, The Twenty-Ninth: Heretofore that Day, our most Fearless Frontiersman lived a wayward and adventurous life, inclined more towards the further fringes of manifest destiny than that of Civilization. No one knows how he came to discover poor Evelyn in the Southron Woodlands- looking like a crushed flower. But as he carried her through the moon puddles, hoisting her aloft, beyond the reach of swarming unseen monsters like exposure and typhoid- there came a beating of his hard heart. Somehow in his arms was something he feared above all else; aye 'twas his true frontier! And the night became brisk and altogether magical. Why it seemed his height grew by an inch or two! 'Twas almost as if he now felt he had a stake in the future of man- as he now cared for someone. How in the blazes did this happen? One might have almost thought Diana herself was casting a protective spell of Chivalry upon the man.