Stalwart’s muscles burned and sweat rolled down between his shoulder blades. He gasped for breath and put his hands on his knees, bent over double. His legs gave out and he plopped down on the ground stretching out his legs. “Well, that proves I need to get out here more often.” He panted. “Just cause I’m not with the Own.” He wiped his arm across his forehead leaving his forehead streaked with dirt.

He fell on to his back and stared up at the sky. “Just lie here for a minute.”