Chapter 1

The sun was high in the sky and beamed down onto the cracked Texas earth. There were very few clouds in the sky, which made the deep blue sky all that one could see if he looked up. The small Texan ranch sat on a hill easily within sight of the main village. The land that was used for the cattle was behind the house as well as other small buildings that marked the Davidson ranch.

Miles Davidson was a small man of five foot three. He had short blond hair and a few spots on his face, though mostly it was covered in dirt and dust acquired through a long days toiling on his ranch. Though he did not seem the tough rancher type, he sported an impressive strength and stamina that had been honed over the thirty years of his life thus far. His six-pack was often concealed under a loose fitting shirt that hung down by his jeans which he seemed to wear in all occasions along with his boots.

If there was one flaw that Miles could be said to have, it was his undying aggressiveness and almost non-existent temper which made him pretty much angry at everything all the time. While he did not ever vent this nature against his wife or children, he certainly was a fan of fighting in the village. There were many times in which he had come back with cuts and bruises that dwarfed the injuries inflicted on his opponents. This combined with his inability to hold his drink as well as his love of drinking had made him fast friends with the village jail cell on numerous occasions.

He was for the most part however, a loving father and a kind husband who openly showed his affection for his family and friends, of which he had but a few. His wife Elizabeth was slightly taller than him with long black hair and was just as active as her husband though it appeared she had absorbed Miles' temper and combined it with her own. No matter what the insult or event, she placed a kind face on everything and remained calm. Most of the time, whilst hoping her husband would do the same. (does she like him violent and angry?) His two children were twin boys of seven (need a bit more here)

As the sun lingered overhead, bathing everything in unbearable heat, Miles preformed his duties. He hammered nails into a set of new wooden railings on the porch to replace the old ones which had cracked. Sitting on the step was Jimmy, one of the twins, who watched his father with apparent interest. The radio was nearby and sung out tunes with a crackle of static now and then. Occasionally the song would finish and news update would replace it for a moment

"News from Washington, the President has met with the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom and the President of France to sign a formal agreement augmenting the NATO treaty signed during the cold war. This will hopefully, after the expected joining of Germany as well, provide a block of nations opposing the rising Polish states. The unexpected annexation of land by Poland in both Russia and Germany has startled all nations in Europe and the World ... With Poland enjoying still increasing profits and heightening influence with Italy, Spain and Portugal the question everyone is asking is, where will this lead? The newly elected President of Poland, Kondrat Kiljek is still in talks with both Germany and Russia on the issue. Turning to the National news, the small village of Gutan Waters in northern Texas has suffered a devastating and brutal attack from an unknown faction which has wiped out all known inhabitants. No one has claimed credit for this atrocity yet."

Miles flicked the radio off with his free hand and looked at his son with a frown.

"You'll learn to ignore all this babble. It's all hyped up so much(or just all hype?), and never turns out as bad as what it seems." His son only smiled in response.

Soon the railings were finished and Miles had to walk into town to buy various things as dictated by his wife. He had sprung up to the requests (offered to get the required items? Sprung into action when mentioned?) as it allowed him to go via the bar for a bit and see his favourite friend, alcohol.

About 2 o'clock he bounded hastily (a bit incompatible, try bounded happily, or walked hastily maybe?) into the village towards the bar. The village was small but very friendly and welcoming to anyone, buildings of wood and brick greeted him on both sides while people smiled as they were getting on with their daily routines. These people were hardy men and women who did not mind a harsh day's work and it took a lot to offend them deeply, just his type of people. Miles had been living there for several years after having met his wife here. As he approached the bar where this all took place so long ago he thought to himself about the past; The two had come together during a huge drinking contest which resulted in an even bigger bar brawl.

Inside the building the overwhelming smell of strong alcohol and cigarettes filled the air so densely that it created a deep fog that made most eyes water. However the hardy Texan was now all but immune to this particular experience after enduring it for extended periods of time. Accompanying the smell were the voices of the regulars who had already started drinking slowly, this made Miles smile.