I reckon that’s all the more I’ve got to say, and I thanks you for hearing me. I never thought I’d get out of life alive. Leastways, grandpappy taught me we all got to die sometime, and I’ve seen, when a fellow’s got to go, he’s got to go. Ain’t no ways ’round that. If I was a sailor now, tain’t be no problem burying me out to sea, so think of it like that. I belong to the desert, and I simply ask you to return me to her. Let my ashes rejoin the sands and wastes they know.
Dusty | Part IV
Tale Told 