Three silhouettes stretch across the flat earth, facing each other at a tense distance. Heat squiggles through the air like baby snakes dancing in the sand. The one facing west is long and cracked like old leather, his face determined but his eyes wet with worry. In a rush to claim his bounty, he's replenished his bullet belt, but has left his gun in the room where his antenna'd lover lies. He is thinking about last night, knowing it was likely his last.
This is an imagined scene, but one inspired by the guitarist
Marisa Anderson
There are three distinct characters in "He Is Without His Guns." A picked nylon-string guitar anchors the Flamenco-inspired melody as a lap steel and another guitar don't battle for the lead so much as tug and pull as if to dance. It's as if the
epic showdown
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