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Daily Archives: August 12th, 2004

Comet

After the midday lunch break (hard cheese and dry bread), Comet pauses to reorient. It’s getting more difficult as the day goes on.

“That way,” he says at last, trying to sound decisive. “I can tell.”

The rest of the posse squints where he’s pointing. “I don’t know,” says Chili John hesitantly. “It looks kinda… familiar, don’t it, boss?”

“You can’t trust your eyes out here.” snaps Comet. “It all looks alike, and that’s why you got to orient! Now let’s ride!”

With a bit of muttering, they trot out over the scrubland, keeping the sun always on their left.