Seclusion, Depression and Old Habits

[Doc Holliday]

One wouldn't recognize him from the once great man that John Holliday was. His departure from the Temporary Autonomous Zoners, a sense of failure to his old fallen friend, Malaclypse, his wife deceased, his children now managing for themselves, a love lost and a some poor decision making was nothing of the John of old.

For the moment, he was just off the shore in a canoe fishing. His hair was down his back and unwashed, a loose shirt, opened up the middle, revealed his still fit body but the pipe in his mouth demonstrated an old habit returned. He live alone, secluded in the Erie escape cabin that had for the most part become his permanent home. For all that was visibly wrong, he was at peace.
The Corsairs weren't threatening him, his people or his operation anymore. The SCRA wasn't meddling with the excuse of "protecting civilians" either. He no longer had to hide his hatred of the evil Cardamine and tolerate the Outcast. Lastly, considering no one knew where he was hiding, he didn't have to answer to governments.

One thing he still had was his edge. He still drew a quick gun and kept plenty on hand. He still kept a boot knife accessible and some felt him to be quicker with it than his gun. His witticism? Second to none!
Still, he was alone. He hid his depression well. He had his two horses, George and Gracie, when he needed conversation.

After catching several trout, he came into shore, tied his canoe to the dock and headed to the cabin to clean his fish. What would this day hold? Even he didn't know.

---

[MFE]Med Force One | Tales of Recovery|Med Force Enterprises