Темная башня: Стрелок

           TherewasapebblyrattleasBrowndumpedapaperofdrybeansintothepotAnoccasionaltak-tak-takasZoltanwalkedrestlesslyontheroof.Hewastired;hehadbeengoingsixteenandsometimeseighteenhoursadaybetweenhereandthehorrorthathadoccurredinTull,thelastvillage.Andhehadbeenafootforthelasttwelvedays;themulewasattheendofitsendurance.

           Tak-tak-tak.

           Twoweeks,Brownhadsaid,orasmuchassix.Didn’tmatter.TherehadbeencalendarsinTull,andtheyhadrememberedthemaninblackbecauseoftheoldmanhehadhealedonhiswaythrough.Justanoldmandyingwiththeweed.Anoldmanofthirty-five.AndifBrownwasright,themaninblackhadlostgroundsincethen.Butthedesertwasnext.Andthedesertwouldbehell.

           Tak-tak-tak.

           -Lendmeyourwings,bird.I’llspreadthemandflyonthethermals.

           Heslept.