We knew a guy way back had a little tavern on the 163 coming out o’ Monument Valley. A watering hole for wandering men and tourists fresh from their camera-led tours and what have ya. We called him the Cactus, on account o’ he stayed in that desert year round. Couldn’t beat him down. He used the elements to his betterment.
Now, the rains don’t come down …
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