©Seth F. Weaver,Sr. 04/15/10. It was dusk when the two cowboys started across the desert. They had heard all the stories from the Indians and the mountain men about not to enter it after dark, but they had to be somewhere in a hurry and this was the shortest route. They hadn't traveled far when things turned weird...swirling masses of pinkish lights started to startle the horses and then the wind sounded like mumbles and whispers. Just at that moment something came howling over the ridge and the riders froze and turned to meet their fate. A Compullage™ creation.