The horse walks slowly atop the dusty rough, carrying the man wearing a star. The man reads the signs left in the night, sees the swollen bodies and the blood. 9mm rounds, .45 ACPs. Knows that something larger is at play. And that someone needs his help.
The man thinks it's all waiting on him. But that's vanity, isn't it?
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"Daddy ever tell you how Max came to his reward?"
