Devon Cole

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A chilling wind passed through the barren wastelands, blowing the yellowish sand around and makes the trees shiver.
Two men stood side by side, the wind at their back. One was young, around his midtwenties, perhaps. The combination of his buzz cut and the rough stubble on his chin and rather square jaw gave him a military-esque appearance. His rigid face, muscular body and rough, simple outfit amplified that appearance. On his back, he carried a simple shot gun and by his side hun a large knife, carefully sheathed.
His name was Devon, Devon Cole.
The man beside him was a lot older, probably somewhere in his sixties. His hair had turned mostly grey and his face was cleanshaven. Despite the fact that his hair and clothing were both an example of style and personal care, his face was more like his son's. He too had something trained about him. Harry Cole also had something else; he was worn by time. He'd seen too much. Things he couldn't even begin to tell Devon about.
The young man felt his father glance at him sideways, but he didn't look back. He knew what would be coming. And he didn't like it.
“This is the last time we see eachother then?” his father said. Devon just shrugged, a little awkwardly.
“For now,” he replied.
“You sure?”
A flash of annoyance shot through Devon. Dad should've been knowing better by now than this. Was he really blithely assuming his son would just get himself killed?
“Yeah. Sure.” He took his father in a short but tight hug. With a unpleasant feeling in his stomach, he turned his back on his father and started walking. The thick, brown jacket he wore was enough to protect him from the wind and the sand. The rest of his outfit consisted of a pair of worn jeans and black combat boots and a sun-bleached bandana around his neck that had once been red. It was perhaps not the most fashionable thing to wear, but in a place like this, it worked. And Devon had never really been a man of style anyway.
He kept walking, passing rocks, trees, tumbleweeds and an incidental horse. Only once had he looked over his shoulder, but his dad had allready been gone.

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