The Night of the Harvester The desert stretched endlessly around them, the sand a dull gold under the waning light of the setting sun. The oppressive heat of the day was finally beginning to dissipate, leaving behind a crisp coolness that carried the scent of dry earth and sparse desert brush. Jesse and Outlaw, worn from hours of riding, silently set up camp amidst the barren landscape. They moved with an unspoken understanding—Jesse gathering kindling fo...