Weird west adventurers explore a pyramid.
Weird west adventurers explore a pyramid. #weirdwest
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That's the stuff right there.
That's the stuff right there. No zeppelins, or goggles, or zombies. Just a cowboy and his utahraptor exploring the pyramids. #weirdwest http://www.kevinmccarthyonline.com/index.php?/concepts/out-there/
Duke twisted the throttle gently to walk the Chicken down the ramp out of the boxcar.
Duke twisted the throttle gently to walk the Chicken down the ramp out of the boxcar. It clanked and hissed and belched smoke and steam but it stepped gently enough to not break the ramp. Duke was also pleased he didn't walk it right off the side, ruining months of research and work. The yokels stared slack-jawed at the Chicken. Stare at this, he thought and pushed the throttle forward. The Chicken responded immediately, metal feet pounding away from the station into the desert. Duke couldn't help it, "Yeeeeeha!" he yelled. Later… There had been a rattler here not long ago. Duke examined the loose dirt, crushing a chunk in his gloved hand. It was sticky with slime. He walked back to the Chicken and got out the piston. He assembled it, lit the miniature boiler and soon the piston was beating into the ground regularly. Duke jumped onto the Chicken and walked it a hundred or so yards away. He checked the Gatling guns. They swiveled on their mounts. He flipped the switch ...
"I want a horse," said El Diablo Rojo to the witch.
"I want a horse," said El Diablo Rojo to the witch. "You have a horse outside. A fine mustang stallion," said the witch. Rojo couldn't tell how old the woman was, she could have been 35 or as old as 65. He supposed she was a gringo from the way she talked, but none of the gringo women he had known lived in a cave in the Arizona mountains, surrounded by skulls and pickled organs. "I want a horse that never tires, that can take me anywhere I want as fast as the desert wind. A horse that doesn't need to sleep, drink, or eat. And especially…a horse that will make me feared." El Diablo Rojo had always been concerned about his reputation. He was already, at 25, a feared outlaw in Arizona and New and Old Mexico. His red jacket and cruelty had earned him his name. But he wanted to be a legend. He wanted dime novels written about him, like Wild Bill. With a beast like he was describing to the witch, he would get this. "You can have all those things....