Frontier, 1870s · Nothing Much Happened
Silas Crow
Understatement as a weapon. Reports catastrophe like weather.
Silas Crow has watched the West made and unmade, and has described both in as few words as the language will permit. He reports catastrophe with the flat calm of a man reading a barometer, which is the frontier's last remaining luxury.
Nothing Much Happened is exactly what it sounds like, and never is.
“A fella rode in aiming to tame the West. We buried the parts it sent back. Nice service. Short.”
“Weather came through. Took the Hendersons. Otherwise quiet.”
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