The Westerling
Aug 24, 2017 · 4 min read

In the dream Spenser walked toward the fading sun, already in motion and exhausted when the dream began, trudging mile after mile through heat and dust and long shadows and when he ran out of sun he also ran out of earth, and so he scavenged some dried brush and set to making a fire. Night rising cold and sharp-edged, as if it seeped from the black rock of the canyon walls that loomed on all sides. The night sky insane with stars. His thirst was a fearsome…


