In the desert of the American West, the wind at times makes its own music. A high and lonesome sound, shivery and sad, like a premonition of death. This is not America, nowhere near it; and the time for premonitions is past. But the wind is the same, cold and cheerless, and the stones, and the dust ( Read more... )

It's funny--they call it a desert island. But it's lush and green and vivid, even when it's deadly, a wet and fecund deathplace ( Read more... )

The fountain is beautiful, a rippling column of light refracting the deadly desert sun, and Joe settles himself on the edge of it with a quiet sigh ( Read more... )

APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding ( Read more... )

Fucking Jekyll ( Read more... )

[For the purposes of this AU, Joe did not get fucked over on the day of his wedding, and thus lives in late 19th C Arizona with his wife Mina, visiting Milliways from time to time. At the time of this AU, Mina is in Europe on Business of the War-Stopping kind without him.]

"Where life had no value, death, sometimes, had its price. That is why the ( Read more... )

Butch: Do you believe in an afterlife?
Sundance: I think this is it.

Santa Fe, New Mexico, 1879:

Joe Manco is writing a letter, the last letter for a packet that he'll be leaving with the bank down the street before he lights out for the Canadian Territories.

Tell her I'm trying to come back ( Read more... )

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