House.

In the living room.

Lounging. With a cane.

Even odds whether he wants to talk to you or not, whoever you are.

The thing about the desert it is all looks the same after a while. One man and one horse plodded along almost aimlessly for it was a path they had been on for many days. From the dunes of sand to the hard packed ground, Carter was certain that they should have reached the camp by now. They should have reached it days ago. A sand storm had sprung up ( Read more... )