Shots rang out in their wake, and bullets whistled a sonic symphony as they zipped by, embedding themselves in whatever interrupted their path. The man pushed his quarry forward, but captivity had sapped the elder man’s strength and senses. “You have a gun too, don’t you,” the older man asked, his question soaked in rhetorical…

The train barreled into the station bringing with it a barrage of desert detritus. Those waiting at the stop shielded their faces with whatever filter was readily available. While the masses looked away and waited for the storm of dirt to settle, one man pushed through, his head tilted down to let the wide-brimmed hat…