WILD WILD WEST
Description
The wind whistled through the dusty trails of sun-scorched streets at high noon. Town hall bell tower clanging in each hour as an unconscious ripple made its way through the yellowed buildings and waiting mounts. He was back.
Foreword
I might make a poster for this at a later date.
And don't knock the title, it was almost GETTIN' JIGGY WIT IT.
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