The dust settled around the rusted pump. The red Vet drew the ancient attendant forward. He swung open the screen door. “Ya lookn for him young fella?” The man raised a hand, waved towards the desert. “You’ll find him in the Danger Zone. “Filler up Pops.” He flipped him a $80 coin. “You ain’t the first son.” “Be the last” he said lowered his four foot rail gun. “Damn you mean to do damage.” “Just keepn the Danger Zone a fit place for thieves and bandits.” The sun flashed off his star as he drove out to meet the horizon.