• Vol. 01
  • Chapter 06
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Puffed Up in the Desert

Looks like Clint has been this way.
Has he ever had swollen ankles? Poor man.
Lord knows, this must be Death Valley.
The map’s the wrong way round.

She’s not looking good, the fluid’s rising,
ironic in a desert. A bullet might be the solution.
Is anyone on the bus a crack shot,
or shall I holler for the Man with No Name?

I so l o n g for the city.