The plume of smoke kicked up by the lone rider as he powered across the arid wastes could be seen from the heights of the canyon. Down on the hard-pan valley floor, the parched earth gaped open in fissures that were like a million maws descending into the bowels of the planet, all desperately yawning for some rain to wash down alongside the souls of humanity. Souls that had been sucked into Hell for their indifference. It was the greatest of crimes under the ever-watchful eye of God. That it could come to this.