I can't stop thinking of that melodeon. In my mind's eye I see its buttons and keys and bellows bathed in that hard high desert light, as it sits abandoned and incongruous amidst an endless vista of sagebrush and alkali and rock.
What circumstances could have led to such a thing being forsaken?
Was it played beside a campfire just the night before?
And how far did those notes travel as they pierced the darkness of a strange and hostile land?