The dust from the horse streamed out behind in a little cloud with eddies that curled nicely in the bright desert sun. There he was, riding across the sagebrush, on a palomino with a cowboy hat so white you couldn’t look right at it.
The comic
“It has mystic powers you know”. She was a black woman with big teeth and a dress that hugged the floor. The box was vaguely Renaissance in style with some spiraling columns at the four corners and pictures of some guy in a robe and a pillbox hat with long hair on each…