I posted this on a works-in-progress thread over at kboards, and figured I should share it here as well, just for grins and giggles. This is from the current WIP, a weird western meets ancient Egypt fusion:
Tjety stared at the solemn array of bodies in the communal hall, satisfied that they would remain unmolested for a little while longer. He made a silent vow to them and to Mayat that he would do all he could to rescue their fellow villagers and to also mete hard justice to whoever was responsible for their pain and suffering.
With those vows firm in his heart, he mounted Heker and left the shattered village behind. In the bright moonlight, even his modest tracking skills picked up wagon tracks, interspersed with many prints of shod and unshod hooves, leading away from the village and into the rugged frontier. Meret and his horses and more besides had also ridden out that way.
Tjety focused on those tracks, heeled Heker into a canter, and rode toward retribution.
