The Gunslinger: Prelusion

The Gunslinger walked on in the wasteland that was the apotheosis of all deserts. He walked on steadily, head bowed from the sun, not hurrying, not tarrying. Somewhere, he knew, maybe in the same desert, maybe in other worlds than this (for he knew there were many) a Wordslinger was chronicling his every step. Hush now, Gunslinger, the wind whispered in his ear. He pushed it aside. The Gunslinger walked on in the wasteland that was the apotheosis of all deserts, seeking the Dark Tower.