Once a rider is always a rider my father once expressed to me.
I never thought i would ride threw so many towns and citys as i grew up. I once expressed my passion for being a law man. A good old law taking obeying the rules kinda of man.

I never did think i would be the one breaking them as i go.

I had made my way into the east of the desert my company was slow and very much slipping away from the grasp of life!

I had notice one of the those very much hidden towns the ones who never want to be spotted by the city folks!

Upon the travel up to the place i had notice no one was out and doing there daily work.
Windows frame were slamming in the wind.
Doors were open like inviting visters in for awhile.

Never have i seen in my life a empty city.
All i care for is that they still have water, food and rum.

People can die in any way they want but they damn well leave those essientals behind.

I had made myself comfortable in the local saloon waiting for the heat to draw to the west of the desert.