JD was lost now. The cold and dark-winged one had overtaken him. All the will in the world hadn't been able to hold it off any longer. When the dark shape came to collect him, he acquiesced and let it take him by the hand. It wrapped heavy wings and peace around him and led him away. He no longer looked back.
The moon sat harsh in the onyx sky. The pale light shone over the blue, eerie desert, illuminating the cold world. It shimmered over the rocks and boulders, sparkled over the ground and dry grass and caressed the still, pale body of the young man huddled together.
And far away in the distance, it glanced off the two men thundering across the mesa, spurring on their horses in desperation.