“Go Deeper Like You Mean It,” She Moaned—“Careful, Darling, Because I’m Not Stopping Till You Beg.”

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The dust devil spun across Main Street like a drunken dancer kicking up red dirt that settled on everything. The warped boards of the general store. The cracked leather of saddles. The parched lips of men who'd given up asking when the rains might come. Dry Creek, Arizona territory had earned its name honest. 3 years since the last good rain, and t... Read More