Answers in Blood
Crime Town was emptier than Quickdraw Gulch and as decrepit as the Valley of Undeath. The buildings here had been left to decay naturally, boarded up from the outside rather than the inside, tagged with indecipherable squiggles of spray paint and utterly empty.
I tried not to consider this an omen.
At least the border gave us clean clothes, suits this time, though the skirt of mine left my legs with goose bumps in the evening air. The polished men’s business shoes my new boots became were uncomfortably stiff, but still easier to walk in than anything I’d worn in the Pocket before today.
One bleak little park, with grass alternating in patches between overgrown and dead, had as its centerpiece a pond with some miraculously living fish, where we tied the horses before ba
