His wife,Triella, had done herself proud with the Sunset meal. Every clanswoman down to those barely old enough to walk had helped.
His clansmen and sons had provided him with wondrous Sunset gifts. He wore supple leathers and fine walking boots. The long knife and battle blade gleamed.
When shadows grew long, all knew it was time. He turned his back and began to walk away.
The Law was clear. At sixty, he must leave to ensure the young ones sufficiency of resources. And so, in the sunset of his years he left them all to walk The Sunset Road.