A desert-dwelling town, filled with the souls of the condemned. Outlaws seek refuge here, knowing they will be safe from the laws which hunt them.
The night is bright, and moonlit—but the oppressive heat of the day has been exchanged only for a bone-deep cold.
Heavily fortified against intruders, the dust bowl is surrounded by a dry wooden palisade, sharpened spikes, and a watch tower overlooking the front gate, and the desolate canyon beyond.
Even outlaws suffer from homesickness, however. As a result, the sparse dwellings have been made as homely as possible, with rugs, and comfortable beds—some are even equipped with writing desks.