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If the Dustbowl can’t erase the regrets that haunt the Fourth Horseman, it’s unlikely the tequila will. Besides, what’s Armageddon without Death?
The cages did nothing to block either the flames or smoke, but the smoke concerned him the most. He tore a strip of fabric from his mattress and tied it over his mouth and nose. Fear and instinct commanded he open his burning eyes to grasp the situation, but the noxious smoke hung like a … Read more 4th Horseman: part 5
Blue’s dark lips quivered as he bore his teeth. Death smiled at him thinly and lifted the can in a mock toast. Blue took it from him and tilted it back, raising his head high to slosh the beer into his throat. A dribble of foam formed at the corners and ran onto his dappled, … Read more 4th Horseman: part 4
He rubbed his hand on his forehead and ran it through his hair. His mouth was a catacomb, and he exhaled a noxious gas into the cabin of the Airstream. His arm ached. He rubbed his left armpit as he rolled his left shoulder and raised it above his head, causing him to grimace. The … Read more 4th Horseman: part 3