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Bug On The Run

She knew that rat bastard was running around this god-forsaken desert. There had to be a thousand caves, canyon cuts, and cantinas between here and flagstaff. Determined to kill him before (Someone Else) did it, She would keep looking. The bug stumbled and sputtered to […]

Go West

GW looked across the desert. He had sweat his last drop of moister. All his food and water and been consumed, and the jeep was completely out of gas. He pats the side of his backpack. A flask of scotch was tucked away in the […]