The purple desert is calmed down again. No wind, no strangers, no problems. The half man is cooking dinamite in the kitchen, the little girl is stearing at the window and Jules is putting her jaw in a bag and then in the freezer. Slowly and for the eyes of no one, those three move like they are only one; With in the wood house, in the middle of that purple area. There are lots of shotguns and pistols hanging from the wall, allways loaded and allways clean. There are also to, three beds that they almost never use.
The half man moves into the outside of the cabin and contemplates the sky with his one eye while he feeds the horses. He could perceive it, there was something moving there. The light of a plane is coming from the north side and the half man sees it with deception, couse he allready knows what´s gonna happen. The little girl, all irritated, turns his eyes into the big flying machine and inmediatly it starts to fall down until it touches the ground and explotes. No flying machine can make this skies, and they shoud know it allready.
An so it goes, in a couple of hours the desert it self it´s gonna cover all the metal and all the deaths. An so it goes in this doomed land where those three where created a long time ago. The little girl it´s gonna be irritated for a while, and in that far away planet she created, lot´s of living beings are gonna suffer. The half man is gonna lay in bed, pouring a little whip, the driest whip any one can give. And Jules is gonna sit again without her jaw, looking directly at a dusty mirror, watching cuietly how another part of her face starts to tear up and fall.
