TIAG#28Sept2026

As Tim lay beside the unworking windmill next to the dry pond that turned out such a false hope, he encountered a creature that had haunted his nightmares from a younger age, although the scorpion was three times the size of those in West Texas. He could either sit there and die of thirst or battle, not one, but a whole colony of them. Even if he could somehow overcome his phobia, how was he to repair the broken windmill? And then an overhead hawk toying in the wind gave him an idea.