As for now...
As for now, he would resume his journey. Somewhere ahead CODA 830
was the Dark Tower. Closer, however, much closer, was the man (was he a man? was he really?) who could perhaps tell him how to get there. Roland would catch him, and when he did, that man would talk-aye, yes, yar, tell it on the mountain as you'd hear it in the valley: Walter would be caught, and Walter would talk.
Roland touched the horn again, and its reality was oddly comforting, as if he had never touched it before.
Time to get moving.
The man in black fled across die desert, and the gunslinger followed.
June 19, 1970-April 7, 2004:
Tell God thankya.