[narritive:] [low droning hum] [quiet choir marching chant] He met her in a roadside bar outside Abilene — Emerson Biggens, the kind of woman who made men forget their prayers. She smelled like smoke and gasoline! danced like a fuse that had just been lit. He knew better… but that didn’t stop him.(mmm, mmm, mmmm) Together they tore through the backroads — robbin’, runnin’, and raisin’ hell. But fire don’t ask permission before it burns down the world. When the dust settled, she was gone… and all that was left was smoke, memory, and a man who’d traded his soul for one wild woman.
