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he ointment helped a little on his arms and legs. It was topical stuff and no help with the swelling that still forced him to walk like he had a broomstick shoved up his ass, but it was better than nothing. Around dusk when the guards finished their prayers, he was led outside and allowed to walk around a little. The truck had still not returned with the supplies or the video gear or whatever it had been sent to get. The goat herd was crapped out up around the oasis and settling in for the night. There were two guards laboring around a pit where teapots and a battered cauldron of what was likely dinner warmed over a smoldering wood fire.
Major Badass appeared to be napping in the tent adjacent to his. Lop Eye was sitting on a rock behind an upturned ammo box and scribbling in
