The Vultures drew their steel. The Sinners held their breath.
She stopped at the mouth of the "Devil’s Throat" canyon. There, lined up against the red rock, were the . They were women of the borderlands, shackled together by a single iron chain. They had been left there by the law to bake, their crimes ranging from horse theft to heartbreak. The Vultures drew their steel
The Monk didn't blink. She hadn't come to the desert to find God; she had come to do the work God was too tired to finish. Should we continue this as a scene, or lined up against the red rock