Sunset Valley “no pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous”

Exit!

Smug as ever, Dirtwater Fox scampered along after the sentinel. He was far removed from this scene of grief, untouched by it. Life was sad. Sometimes it was real sad. If he listened closely, he was sure he could hear the sound of the world's tiniest violin playing for the dying pair.

And the world went on just the same.