Posted on October 8, 2010 at 5:47am
The desert will always be home.
The smell of dirt and grit, mountains, brush and cacti pervade his senses, even though they still lay under the even more recent scent of blood and decay. Over head the sun burns across the open desert lands with little remorse, only bring the smell of degraded flesh to new levels of discomfort for any person so willing to cross the open expanses of the American Southwest.
As the pungent odor wafts through the air, he’s forced to once more tighten… Continue