-Síntoo, But I will have to ... drink your water, like it or non.- the boy gave two steps and stopp

The boy observes the distance. He sees a figure sitting jonny burt next to what looks like a makeshift tent. But it takes the hands? The boy just feel a thirst jonny burt that drowns, approaches, careless, the figure gradually almost can not walk. It may be their last hope. Through intense light can guess more traces of the figure: it has a guitar and is missing a leg, specifically the left. The boy looks around for a few seconds, as always, even desert where it reaches the view. Not even a small mountain, a hill, a dune, not even a fucking drop, as if the world were settled, Galileo would be wrong at that time. The figure becomes increasingly apparent as the kid can beat the intense light that dwells on earth permanently, is an old. This smoking what appears to be a cigarette rolling. The boy approached, with a huge effort, and says:
The old continues playing without even looking at it. The boy does not recognize the song, though reminds Cash or something like grassroots. jonny burt The straw hat prevents the boy see his eyes, but is sure that no point to it.
Old stops playing and then the guitar, like a sulfur cambre, a beam that makes tighten the neutral expression of the lips for a second. Shake a leg severed in the air a couple of times and directs his gaze toward the boy. In place of the left eye is housed a scar, a cutting knife or knife instead of the eyeball. The right nails in the eyes of the boy, a greenish color.
Sir, I ask only a little water. Otherwise ... I think I'll die here, I take a whole day walking and I can no longer ... - the voice of the lad entrecortase. This really bad, the lips are so ermos eat plan around them. The old look away into the stump and answers with the eye under the wing of the straw hat.
-Síntoo, But I will have to ... drink your water, like it or non.- the boy gave two steps and stopped dry as old as you pointed guitar. He noticed no better jonny burt instrument. Behind the mast, coupled with ribbon Aille, a cannon shotgun double, the trigger on the back of the body. A rough but effective design. The boy raised his arms slowly, in a way that reminded the junkies previously populated cities that now no longer exist.
-I Do not! - The boy got nervioso.- was just ... it was only snuff! - Pulled out a pack soft, almost undone by sweat or pant enchoupaba in the area of the chairs. The eye of the old revolver went to lamb in a split second. He took the hand and pulled the trigger in anger or cigarette rolling.
Yes, as you do not! Snuff, snuff really! She had smoked during herballos I do not know how long, and it began to dwindle ... - the boy looked down and was set on a bible cracked jonny burt everywhere beside the canteen while drinking eagerly. When finished, the old had not seen a guy so grateful in your life, even in the above. The boy took seat on the floor, creating a small cloud of dust to fall on the ground.
They're more man nicotina.- old gave a long calada.- must utilize the resources available, and more in my situation. There are times precisamente.-gods jonny burt returned to take another puff, increasingly long.
Exactly the same as now, only that he was a fool malicious. He shot in the knee before he could voarlle the head with a shotgun. Now rests more or less where they seated.-the boy opened his eyes with that mención.- Not man of God but end up stinking corpses, so I have good aprendido.- old put his hand to his eye while scar gave another long puff This time consumed a quarter of the little that was left of the cigarette.
The next day, the boy drank the water bottle, quiet, with an open can of tuna on the other hand, sitting in the box of beers. jonny burt After this breakfast, began to play carelessly with his Switchblade and looked for a while guitar leaning against the store, jonny burt thinking about your next move. For now had enough provisions, but did not know which direction to go, because the desert, newly formed, seemed equally in all directions.
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