Treasure Island

Timothy Branch

(Petersburg, Virginia)

Roped in


Riding one out of the shoot, the rider is intent on roping one in. The target runs as an unrestrained one should but there lurks a rider in the midst. His mode of transport hints at one sport but there's another game and its target has your name. A rope is his weapon. What's my weapon? This message is your weapon now that you know the game.

Submitted: Sunday, March 31, 2013
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