living in a shitty old western town left few opportunities for work
so you decided to go with wild rumors and folklore
legend had it among a nearby tribe was there was a valley untouched by time
you had no idea what you'd find in that desert but it had to be better than rotting away in that town for decades
everyone was moving out to the cities but you had nothing to offer
maybe this was some sort of calling
you'd come back with something or bust
that tribe had to be telling the truth
right?
it had to be
or you were probably dying out here
you'd taken a neighbor's truck out as far as they'd go out of town on an errand
maybe you hadn't thought things through
you were desperate for any sort of shot at fame
grasping at straws was all you had since the oil dried up
so this was all or nothing
dad didn't really give a shit about anything that didn't involve a bottle
so you'd be left out here for the buzzards