Chapter 36: Didi For Hire

Book Two: DIDI AND THE GUNSLINGER SAVE THE WORLD

She crouches behind a dusty hill, grit harsh between her teeth despite her modified mouthpiece, tiny bits stinging her eyes even past the plasglass lenses of her goggles. The black crow, normally shiny and soft, shakes his wings where he perches on her shoulder, his sable feathers grayed out by the constant, dulling powder this entire fardling planet seems to be made of.

"Now, Didi?" Pip's voice, normally loud and piercing, sounds muted in the dull air. Either he's making an attempt to pipe down for once or the dust is in her ears, too.