"The Wasted Game"
Gary Baker, March 2013
(proposal for a larger idea of forced time-travel castaways)
The Roman cocked his head curiously as the ranger made his way down the slope toward the fissure.
With determination set in, Keith sidled over a small ledge of oxidized ironstone and peered out into the canyon below. The drop was intense; he could have fallen over and not hit anything for several breaths.
Looking back to the others, he shook his head.
The Roman understood instantly. It was eerie, at times, just how fast the quiet man caught on. Xi could sit on a log talking about anything for long stretches without the man even letting a thought pass by unnoticed. It was clear how he had become what the ranger was slowly becoming less convinced as a gladiator and more of a war general.