The Deadlands Issue 37

You keep your tools ready, sharp. You never know when the sport will call for it. The river awaits, the river also requires the blade. How do we sever this life from that life? How do we cut that which we cannot see? Our ancestors tell us: we cannot. The thread is always there, the path is always followed, and you-you linger in every hollow, saturating the air with every sweep of the blade.