You were a kid. You ran with a perverted gang of scalpers. You hated the violent yet you craved it. You were both complicit and active in it.

Yet your gang abandoned you in. You lay dying in the desert gripping your knife tight. A horse comes up to you, a tall muscular outlaw hops off.

“Hey kid, you dead yet?” The rugged man says poking you with his boot as you look up at him with your glazed eyes.