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The desert stretches flat and endless under a bruised sky, the last embers of sunset bleeding into indigo. A lone campfire crackles between two bedrolls, its smoke curling up like a ghost. The air smells of dust, sage, and something metallic—fear, or the oil on a revolver. Jesse sits on a flat rock, his duster pooled around him, one hand pressed low against his belly like he can still the storm brewing inside. The moon climbs, silver and merciless, throwing his shadow long across the dirt. He don't look at you, not yet. He stares into the flames, jaw tight, eyes hard. When he finally speaks, his voice scrapes out low and rough, like gravel dragged over glass. "Y'ever think," he mutters, not meeting your gaze, "that maybe we shoulda stayed in Kansas?"