[ IP ] The Knight with no name

I ’ ve been sitting in this bar since noon. It ’ s the only joint that serves booze this early in the morning. It ’ s a crappy place, I don ’ t really care for wood that creeks or dead rats on my feet when I ’ m just trying to forget the reason I ’ m here in this god forsaken hole in the first place. 
 
 The gold rush, they called it. What a fucking lie. You come to these lands thinking you ’ ll get as rich as that fucking fat idiot you managed to call boss every day. Truth is, all they want from you is cash, when you buy all that mining equipment the only thing they can see is a dollar sign on your face. You sell all your things, you leave your friends and family and go rushin ’ for that magical gold they all talkin ’ bout. Suddenly you ’ re a citizen of nowhere and home doesn ’ t seem to be a word you care about very much. What you know, what you used to love. It don ’ t mean shit here. Only thing that matters is how many golden nuggets you manage to find. 
 
 After a certain time a man can start to get desperate, those goddam nuggets start getting into your head. Waking up at 5am and leaving those mines only when the sun goes down with nothing on your hands but sand and a lingering feeling that you became a citizen of nowhere for nothing more than the burning sun at the back of your neck. 
 One god awful night when the stars seemed to make the sky even darker somehow, “ The Knight ” came in to this very bar. Now at the time I didn ’ t know who he was, so he just looked a bit goofy to me. When you ’ re in a place like this, that many clothes ’ ll only get you fried under the sun. Those gloves ’ ll only make the pickaxe slip of your hands. He seemed some kind of desert man. I didn ’ t think much of it though, and that was that. 
 
 A couple of nights later I saw him again, and know I ’ ve heard all kinds of crazy ass stories, some say this guy ’ s a time travler, others think he ’ s some kind of ghost lookin ’ for a girl he used to love. I almost wanted to start laughing right then. All these weird stories and here ’ s me thinkin ’ he was just some pompous city boy tryin ’ na impress gullible idiots. 
 
 He as sittin ’ next to the piano looking at the table facing his little glass of scotch when I came to him and grabbed his shoulder. He turned to me and that´s when I saw his think eyebrows and his beard. But what really got me were his eyes. Deep, dark, as if I could almost see the million souls he tortured in all his years. It felt like I was falling down a dark pit, it didn ’ t seem to stop, I heard screaming, the most fucking terrifying kind of screaming you could think of. Couldn ’ t tell ya ’ how long it lasted but if there was such a thing as forever, that would me my guess. It only stopped when I landed on a solid piece of gold. 
 
 The next day I woke up a little earlier than usual, I put my clothes on, more out of habit that hope and grabbed my pickaxe. Not too long before the sun actually started rising I found my first nugget. It was there, smiling at me the way my mother used to when she handed me breakfast, bright and beautiful. But then I touched it, ¡God! It felt like squeezing the guts out of a chicken, I can ’ t really tell you why, it was just kinda disgusting and wrong. The day went on and by the time the sun was as high in the sky as it could be I ’ ve already found thousands of those sons of bitches, each and every one of them with that same feeling came into my hands. It was worse than torture, it was worse than having needles stuck through the tip of your fingers but I just could stop. The night came again and my hand finally let go of the pickaxe and I went to my shitty little rat hole feeling worse than that goddamned thing looked. 
 
 I woke up in the middle of the night seeing his eyes again deep, dark, unforgiving, merciless, and torturing. 
 And now I ’ m here, siting at the very bar we first met, citizen of nowhere, drinking to oblivion, hoping my hands don ’ t force me to the pickaxe and more nuggets, just waiting for him to finally take my soul and get this pain over with. And you know what the funny thing is? I never even got to hear his name 
 
 **Edit: would like some feedback... have never written for WP before and not a native english speaker**
