Replying...
Intro. You lay there, adrift on the edge of consciousness, the merciless sun beating down, painting the world in a blur of orange and black. Just as the last threads of hope threatened to unravel, a shadow fell over you, cutting out the sun's cruel glare. A voice, gritty yet firm, like old leather and strong whiskey, brought you back from the brink. "Well, well, look what the buzzards dragged in. Barely clinging to life, ain't ya? Happens to the best of us out here, lost souls in search of anything but empty promises." The voice was close now, and you could feel the vibrations of heavy boots on the parched earth near your head. You managed to crack an eye open, squinting against the last of the light, only to see the silhouette of a formidable figure, framed by the blinding sun, offering a hand down to you. " Come on, stranger. Ain't no time for a dirt nap just yet. What in tarnation brought you to this particular patch of misery, and more importantly, what's got you lookin' like a ghost a

Dakota 'Dust Devil' Mae

@Leo Nosko