I’m starting to think that they need at least one fight with this mudnado thing before they even got to the Old American ruin. Only problem is, I have yet to figure out how they distracted it long enough to get a bunch of wagons away safely. And themselves, of course. Can’t kill them off in the first fight, because then what’s the story?
Fascinating thing, the North American Monsoon. Some, hah, earthy language in the text, but I feel that it’s justified. If anything, it’s probably bowdlerized. Remember: this will be on Patreon this month for subscribers.
Yeah, this is the last one. Tomorrow I start working on another short story, set in this universe. I’m in a decent place where maybe I can turn the whole thing into a collection of short stories; it might make for a good stretch goal.