Just as Walter White learned that a Big Blue Barrel of Bundled Benjamins Becomes Burdensome, Dirty ferries his cargo, slowly, and with much dust being kicked up in the process, to wherever or with whomever he is going to make a deal…

Dreadful?  Really? Does anyone use that word anymore?  How about Hell-hole?  God-Forsaken?  Armpit?  But this is the Trailverse, so dreadful it is!  Only for those who chose to rape and pillage and don’t understand beauty when they see it…

The vehicle of “Born Free” fame, legendary for is reputation of ruggedness, is taken out by a simple swerve off-road?  Isn’t that what these trucks are made to do?  Or is it an SUV, which is apparently in the “style-guide” of any major metropolitan newspaper or news-service…  Why is it that if there is a vehicle involved in anything newsworthy, and it happens to be shaped or configured in a certain way, we have to know that it’s an SUV?  We never see headlines calling out a “hybrid” or an “electric vehicle… I wonder…

Honestly, though, Chris “Dirty” Dyer can’t catch a break, can he?  Or is it not clear to him by now that the “odds” are not with him (ha! get the not-so-subtle gambling reference he’s been so prone to use??) and he will not be prevailing- not while Mark Trail is in his Orbit!

Now there’s something you see every day…

Enough with the animal drawings …  why not show an Escargatoire, Rout or Walk of Snails… That’s about as fast as this story line is moving…

At some point, no matter the enterprise, whether for good or evil, trust comes into play…  A man’s word is his bond, his reputation his calling card.  I don’t know who raised you, Chris Dyer, but you are a double dealing, underhanded, lying sack of sh*t.  “Betting” that your next “Move” will land you in the tall cotton…  When in fact you are perpetuating a life that will always have you looking for your next score, looking over your shoulder for the last person you screwed…

What indeed, Dirty…  What indeed.  Probably the ghost of Jacob Hickman…

How large is this herd?  Could we have just driven around it?  Now we are firing off more rounds and traumatizing the poor beasts?  And Mark joins the party with the car horn.  Nice.

But we can still see Dirty off in the distance… All is not lost.  Maybe Taurus is a crack shot and can shoot out tires from 100 yards…

One of the points of this little blog is to ask the rhetorical question, “What Would Mark Do?”  Well now we know that Mark would drive his car right into a herd of Elephants and become immediately confused as to what a reverse gear is for…  Standing at the proverbial crossroads and not realize exactly what his options are…  Frozen in place by forces that are at once familiar and confusing to him…

Or maybe James Allen just wants to draw elephants…  Stay tuned avid readers, we will get ourselves out of this one in a day or so…