Business of Broken Ethics Chapter 10The walk home for Starker was long, and desolate. It was different this time around than in the prison, because there he was not only physically alone, but mentally.More Like This
Here, he had other people interacting and talking around him, but he felt excluded. Like someone had made a lovely oil painting and someone came along and scribbled Starker in with a black crayon. Different, odd, and not quite supposed to be there.
The looks from the other townspeople fueled his motivation for leaving quickly, and he scampered to the edge of the woods, casting a final look back at the town. Nighthoof's kindness left a lasting warmness in Starker's heart, and he made a mental note that if he ran into that horse in the market someday, he'd be happy to greet him.
But that was all the positive feelings he felt. After that brief thought, and another silent thanks to that nice cop, he trotted idly into the woods. Starker scented the air warily, wondering if he smelt something different. It had only been a few da