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Mal Boyd surveyed the dusty New Mexico town in front of him from atop the back of his old pony. He patted the beast on the neck; she was old and had a few too many ribs showing, but she still had some kick left in her. He squinted through the haze. Small town. Middle of nowhere.
For the better, he thought.
He spurred her forward.
Mal was was out lookin' for trouble. And if he couldn't find any, he might just start some of his own.