Back to the Desert

[Dell Conagher]

The doors to the dusty saloon in A Town With No Name swung wide open and in tromped a dusty, red-clad man wearing a stetson hat pulled low over his unshaven and dirty face. He regarded those around him with scrutiny from beneath his hat and the goggles he wore, the others returning his glances with mixed but otherwise muted reactions, more of the disapproval of an outsider than anything sinister or malicious. He tromped over to the bar and took a seat, conversing with the barkeep for a moment before being passed a drink. He'd been out here for an undetermined amount of time, lost in the sandy wastes.

Now, he just needed a drink. As close to a real drink as he could get in this dusty hole.