This is the only town left in the whole wasteland. The sheriffs building stands at a distance. A bar in the middle of the town. sad townsman just walking by giving up all their hope
Town in the desert, Wasteland
horse
widow
My husband died. He is no longer alive, so I am a wife with a dead husband. A widow.
I'm so tired, this dust town is a misery, and I am alone in it.  Oh horse, why is this life so hard? Neigh... My husband used to love horses, he'd ride them all over town, from the bar to the sheriff, and beyond, when more cities dotted the wasteland.  Now I rot here, without him. *whinny* You're a good horse, how did you get here all by yourself? Neigh! *gestures at very drunk royal stablehand asleep in front of the church* Seems all anyone does here is lament, cry, or drink themselves into a stupor.  A fine horse like you should be taken care of more.  Would you like to come home with me? Neigh? *looks at royal carriage* Worth a shot, I'm lonely, I suppose you get well fed and cared for by the nobles.  Where are your owners anyway? *the horse looks confused at the concept of owners* I suppose I should stop dilly dallying, I have to get to the well and get water for home.  I suppose you wouldn't help a poor widow on her way? Neigh?